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
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.