the girl who could see the wind

the girl who could see the wind
hiding its seeds ’neath raven wings
was just an ordinary girl –
her gaze, like blackberry brambles,
climbed around old mirrors
striving to keep its wildness fresh –
the girl who could see the wind
was just like the salt between us,
black and bearer of oblivions –
cuddling in corners, unnamed,
waiting for us to baptize her after the longest
of our silences,
and we, undecided,
kept pushing her from one to the other,
always lengthening her name.
the girl who could see the wind
caressing the moonlight
died a long time ago –
and the bunch of ghosts in her voice
now ignores us,
our name, left colourless,
thus getting longer
and longer

© 2015 Liliana Negoi

originally written in Romanian

Comments
One Response to “the girl who could see the wind”
  1. So good to see something from you in English, Lily. Always love your writings, for you bare the soul’s of the damned with grace.

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