tokens – tanka suite
the smoke of incense, hiding in its’ lacy core memories of dust, crushes softly within it the tired strings of my heart… i can now fathom why the devil abhors it… the pain dwelling there is the tassel of his fall… and so it is to myself… © Liliana Negoi
unworthy
you poor pathetic thing… did you actually believe that you could dine upon moonbeams and stardust? what exactly from your so small mind made you think that you are worthy of the myrrh-like fragrance of dying dreams? dare not touch with your sight the footsteps of hope! your pagan eyes would wither those… just bury … Continue reading
forgetfulness – tanka
let the mold flowers embroider the silent shroud veiling my tombstone… my path shall hence be hidden within obliviousness… © Liliana Negoi
if – tanka
if, by chance, you could scratch the moonlight with your thoughts, it would bleed silver… could you then forge my heart’s tomb from the scent of your sweet lies? © Liliana Negoi
not letting go – tanka suite
memories rising from the coffin of my soul petrify my heart… embracing my numb tombstone i search for oblivion… unshed heavy tears hold within them your being, hiding in my dark… loneliness may taste better when sipped slowly, day by day… and after a while even stings’ touch becomes sweet – honey-like venom, painful reflections … Continue reading
eerie – tanka
shadows of lost words haunt my dreams mercilessly, feeding on my soul… ghosts of my silent wishes braid their venom inside me… © Liliana Negoi
for a change – sonnet
your scent engraved in moonlight’s silver beams caresses like a delicate embrace the air surrounding each of all my dreams, shy solace for the tears across my face… it’s been so long since last your words of love have kissed my soul within the mists of night, and heavens haven’t sent yet from above an … Continue reading
depleted – tanka
crawling shreds of night slowly suffocate my dreams, leaving me breathless… void’s just a second nature, filling me with emptiness… © Liliana Negoi
voided
she had lost her path within the jasmine scent, counting her fake blessings inside that ivory tower, pretending not to notice the mating dance of the fireflies… the murmur of the close-by river was filling her ears with innocent serenades, allowing her to easier ignore the crying of dying angels… seconds falling in the palm … Continue reading
resurrection – tanka
a sterile lightning blesses with its’ heartless touch my soul’s dark wastelands – thunders bury my soar core inside the dying drought’s scent… © Liliana Negoi
Endless Journey 