Sorana Salomeia

 

Rainbow of dreams

 

 

I feel like I'm floating on the dream of the crystalline streams,

 

I feel like I'm swinging on the silky wings of the tender evening breeze,

 

I feel I want to sink into the endless ocean

 

And embrace the blue marine swirls,

 

I want to get drowned into the blissful waves of foam

 

And fade into the bright amethyst lights.

 

I want to slide down the rainbows of the night

 

Forever lost in dreaming, I don’t want to wake up!

 

The dreamlike midnight fragrance intoxicates my lungs

 

Under the pale moonlight that keeps blessing my heart.

 

This dream is not a vision – it is my eternal home,

 

My warm, safe loving shelter –

 

My corner in the sun.

 

The moon will guard my slumber and kiss my soul good night,

 

It will embrace my being and enwrap it into its silvery light.

 

I want to lose myself forever in this dream,

 

And float among the diaphanous angels, high, above the clouds!

 

I want to head towards infinity and turn into its sacred voice,

 

I want to reach eternity’s dimensions with a single glance

 

And turn it into a single instant to wish my soul good night.

 

                                                

 

                                            - SORANA –

 

Flowers of dew

 

         Oh, you blind soul

         Sipping me forever

         While crystal-clear tears

         Spring, shine and fall down

         In bottomless wells.

 

         Your eyes are darker than

         Night itself

         And dead

         And cold

         And sharper than

         Icicles in wild caves.

 

 

         Colder than the

         Moonlit stones

         Your eyes are darker than

         The coals

         But you neither see me

         Nor hear my voice

 

         You’re deaf and blind

         Invisible numb soul

         I feel and hear and see you

         Though you cannot see me

        

         Your eyes are closed

         And dead

         And cold.

 

         I dream, I blink

         And then vibrate,

         Keep floating over you

         And while my eyes

         Are open wide

         From deep inside

         Come rolling down

         My cheeks

         Flowers of dew.

Sorana -

 

It will be me …

      

 

         On the silent, eternal canopy of heaven

         The flickering candles start lighting one by one,

         Awakening their coyness

         While the sun slowly surrenders 

         To the natural course of the day.

 

         And while the nocturnal lights

         Open their eyes,

         The world lets its heavy eyelids fall gently

         Under the caressing protection

         Of a wordless lullaby.

 

         A solitary cricket forgets the dimension of time…

         It keeps singing, keeps humming the same songs

         About lives no-one sees.

 

         And I…

         I sit here,

         On the shore of this crystalline river …

 

         I watch how it keeps running and running

         Forever,

         it never stops.

 

         Yes, I sit here

         As if forgotten

         Under the light of the everlasting story – teller,

         The enigmatic moon

         Who reflects her infinity

         Against the mirror of my marveled eyes.

 

         Dusk flutters its scarf

         Sewn with silver threads

         In bluish valences.

 

         I am no longer where I was,

         Not there.

         Now I am here,

         On the shores of the mighty, foamy sea.

         I feel its breathing,

         So slow, so tranquil now.

 

         My heart gathers so much song,

         Such beautiful music…

 

         My soul is floating on the waves

         And the sea is my master

         Since my dreaming has been melt for too long

         Inside the never ending marine foam;

 

         Infinity has united my love

         With the waves in the far depths.

 

         From now on,

         Caught inside the mystery of the waters,

         My love will be everlasting.

 

         It will resound throughout eternity,

         It will enlighten even the most

         Hidden, darkest corners.

 

         It will be me forever!

 

         A voice you'll hear calling,

         The voice of my heart …

         The voice will call forever …

         The treasure you've never found!

 

                                                                     

                             - SORANA -

 

Still moving on

 

         I stepped with my heart lighter than ever

         On the path of the morning,

         Greeted by the happy shrieks of the cranes ,

         Enlightened by what I thought that was

         A new hope.

 

         But the path paved with rubies

         That was leading my anxious steps

         Towards what seemed to be the garden of roses

         Turned out to be the misleading illusion

         That threw my heart into a dark, humid forest.

 

         Dark spiders were continuously weaving

         Frightening webs

         And enwrapping my love

         With millions of poisonous threads.

 

         And every drop of venom

         Pouring from the spiders' mouths

         Was stinging me

         Like the sharpest thorn of wilderness.

 

         In my wandering

         I encountered a moor;

        

         From within its muddy water

         Strange reeds were rising

         Like a menace,

         Preventing me from moving on,

         Turning my path into a slippery surface

         I could no longer walk on.

 

         Dreadful chills were crawling all over me,

         Covering me with coldness and darkness;

 

         Everything kept reminding me

         Of that moment

         When the temple of pure loving

         Collapsed

 

         And all the blood tears I could ever shed

         Were not enough to wash

         All my anguish away.

 

         And while walking among the ruins

         I could hear the dreadful howls

         Of the lonesome wolves

         Searching for new preys.

 

         But I kept walking

         With heavy steps of lead

         Through the poisonous mists of the moors,

         In the night of the cursed howls

         Holding a torch that was now hardly making any light.

 

         I kept walking

         With this sad corpse in my arms,

         Desperately trying and hoping

         I could somehow bring it to life,

 

         Not realizing it had never been alive in reality,

         But only in my strong will to defeat the impossible.

 

         And so I abandoned this useless burden

         To the grave it had always belonged to;

 

         I let that fire,

         Which had never had any real will

         To burn for me,

         Go out forever,

         Still grieving in disillusion,

         But, at the same time,

         Conscious

         My existence had to walk towards

         Life and not death,

         Towards truth and not feeble illusions.

 

         What a threatening gloomy walk

         I had to take

         In the long night of the wolves!

 

         But soon the living nightmare

         Turned into a dream in which I awoke

         Standing on the ocean shore,

         Caressed by the mild breeze,

         Sweetly kissed by the blue waves of tenderness

         And held in the arms of the golden moonlight.

 

 

                     -       SORANA -

 

                                                                     

                                       August, 23rd, 2003

Night mirrors


         The night was passing me by
         Tempestuously,
         Like a wild stream
         Running through sleepy
         Mountainous rocks.

         And all I know is that
         I slipped into a wave of crystal
         And fell asleep
         With no will to ever wake up.

         And so I drowned
         Into transparent floating,
         Unconsciously wandering among
         The water mirrors
         That were so mysteriously
         Reflecting the presence of infinity
         On their clear surface
         That was all strewn
         With the night's brightest stars
         And moonbeams.

 

Silence of the swan

 

 And then silence came along

 And painted a gracious white swan

 On the glass of every mirror.

 Red smithereens were spread in the air,

 Floating inside a faint cry of bitterness

 

Wide open eyes

Shining in all their amber beauty

Reflected their unimaginably

Pure expression

 

In the clearness of the

Lake of diamonds and mirrors.

 

Drops of blood and dew

Ran down pale cheeks

And fell into the golden cup

Of bluish waves

 

On which a gracious white swan

Had found eternal slumber.

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