quiet morning

Posted by Author on December 13, 2011 · 10 Comments 

i see your name
atomized,
in a permanent dance macabre of letters,
parching the paper with their lingering lead touch,
conveying a certain melodramatic air to the venomous sand
embroidered
sometimes with the ice flowers of your voice
and other times with the soft smile of darkness
blooming inside my clock.

do you feel as i do
the heaviness of dawn over the eyelids
when by night words possess me
and when against a black sky tainted with red clouds
the moon travels imperfect
uncaring of my gaze pinning it?

i see your tear
dead,
staining with hushed reasons your calligraphy
and sealing with its silence
my lips.

and in my cup of tea
the slice of lemon floats
on a sugarless surface…

© Liliana Negoi

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