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Of Ghosts and Stars...

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                        Flickering,

blending with the cerulean curtains
as part of the blue misty sky
so silky enters
riding the softly torn wind
coming from the southwest
an (un)expected, guest

pending from the stars
as part of the twilight forming
the thin, mended dusty cloak
follows through the rear window
slightly open, falling for a moment
strange to his new balance

                        Floating,

adapting again to the pallor walls
as part of its lukewarm painting
glades of the sun - stays as he remembered
the rain singing through the water rails from the roof
running underneath the wooden floor
where the mermaids are waiting still

moving what's left of fingers
captive memories, echo once again
in the Celt circle house with no corners and cracks
with no places to hide lies, pain or sorrow
until the venetian glass mirrors stayed tarnished
for months and then years

                         Gathering,

recovering the gestures suspended in time
decorations lost in the moonlight, somewhere
the surface reflects, pebbled tides waves
warnings in the oracles - the long shadows lurk
eating all light and heat  
as night becomes pitch black

grasping the remains of iris blinking as kisses
eyelashes fluttering as gowns of May
quickening while the lampshades fails too
he does not know what more to do
so he seats there crying, hands full and empty
with nothing of my ghostly heart

*

[He will be forever
the last light of the ending night
not witnessing the withering of the last star
A starlight fades
another one lives
I will rise in the first glimpse of morning
always together - always apart]


*K
MARCH
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English Version of My Poem "De Fantasmas e ... de Estrelas"

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Montalto69's avatar
A spring poem I missed, deep and lovely