I don’t know what to write to you.
I don’t know how to wrap this up.
And in reminiscing us
you are but a memory without a start.
On streets lain by oppression,
building blocks synthesised by pain,
you shelter your heart of nostalgia
with love as your shivering flame.
You have indulged in the fierce darkness
that unravelled with your loss
and having risen from the sadness
through greener grass you seem to emboss.
However, in your Phoenix rising,
you open up to what can’t be
and though you’ve gone through many lessons,
you don’t accept the love you receive.
Dear eyes of the mountain
that host the ocean in their core,
the stability you seek for
is the szeretet you want to allot.
The appearance of a unique soul
is just a lightning in the sky
but the sun’s healing warmth is different;
for it’s an ever-exploding star.
To see the sun you’re allocated
inside the Kingdom of the moon
and all your demons, fears and memories
sew the carpet of your monsoon.
Since you are standing, that era is over
and sunbeams draw your future steps,
your road is open, decorated with clover
and rose petals caress your legs.
Let the gold velvet land on your shoulders,
put the depression in a frame.
Of the silence become fonder
and so your demons will be tamed.
Make sure you are present in your kisses,
make sure you’re engaging in your embrace…
All that we are is simply shadows
in the eternal cycle of pain.
Do not write words for blurry faces,
put yourself first and sort your mind
and when you are looking in the mirror,
make sure you keep an open heart.
I could write words about feelings
but I don’t claim what I don’t own.
I am glad I met you in those streets,
sorry for marking my presence in your world.