THRENODY
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

The moon retreats behind a silver cloud as darkness throws its cloak towards the earth and mystery replaces what we thought we knew.
The one dimension only shows one side, but do we see the same through different eyes as we peer into life's kaleidoscope?
Eternal sands of time shift endlessly behind a veil of motionless disguise and all it seems to need is an eyelid flash.
There is a star up above the horizon and it is shining for us. Do you feel it like a dance in the moonlight? Are all hearts beating crazy, like mine? If there is something burning bright, it should not be kept locked inside.
The peaceful waters shine underneath the winter moon and village bells will always chime as the piper plays his luring song.
Wheels are turning , fires burn and seasons come and go like the morning light.
The hours pass slowly, now that he has left one day is like another, but they move on. Somehow I have returned to the land of the living, but badly burned. So sad… I never had the chance of keeping him close to me; the song of the sirens was too strong in his ear.
I can still recall the day when he slipped into my life unawares and then walked away with my heart in his hand. He took a temporary home in my flat, telling innocent lies and throwing dust in my eyes. As though he had only stopped a while for a chat, he learned all my secrets and left no stone unturned.
And when the day is new and the sun is in the sky, who needs the confrontation, who needs that kind of strain, when you are born with an instinct to shun such suffering?
Fire and ice, he came like a flame and then turned a cold shoulder.
We are a rock revolving around a golden sun, a billion children rolled into an angel; and when I hear about the hole in the sky, about how forests are dying , saltwater wells in my eyes. And when I think of times when we climbed the highest mountain and made the desert bloom, that I once lived for love and now that is not enough, for the world I love is fading and I am crying.
Time is not a friend because we are out of time and it is slowly passing by right before our eyes.
Could it be a cherished dream, could it be the way that it seems?
I leave all the troubles behind and open my heart; I can fly like the eagle on the wings of the sunlight under the sky, from dawn to sunset, till the moon starts shining in the dark blue sky.
I have been where the mountains are high and I have floated on the passing clouds, being close to the sky.
Summer is the time for romance and winter gives young lovers a chance. The seasons are the reason for me to fly forever towards the sky.
Now we have descended on a world with innocent hopes and we have travelled along a criss – crossed road.
It is time to look at who we are and leave the past behind now and grow.
I have listened to endless voices and proceeded with endless tasks. Now I have come too far and the time is right. The devil has made his pact; it is time to stop pretending, at last. Do not try to predict tomorrow because tomorrow is out of sight.
Now I turn the world around and change the things that need changing; do not try to predict tomorrow because tomorrow is out of sight.
Love was a shadow in the wave of night, taking shape and body in the pale light of the morning. I was sure this could have never happened before; just once and no more.
Following an ancient voice, souls and bodies were keen to know a thousand delights.
I felt as if I were a loser then, but I am a winner now and I would do it all again because now I know the pattern.
Until that day my life had been a river following a safe predestinated course, suddenly detouring so unexpectedly with uncompromising power and my strongholds broke down all too easily.
And once again the river is flowing slowly, following its safe and uneventful course. Now the tears have dried and it has become a pleasant break; I recall everything without remorse.
How everything in life comes down to this at last, surviving and living, determined not to give in.
I am still alive, my life is rolling on, gently from day to day and all the sad memories will fade into the unknown. Yes, I am still alive and the agony has gone; my mind is slowly waking and my heart has ceased to hurt.
I took so many blows and cried a sea of tears and only heaven knows how I could stand the pain, fear and disillusion and I think of all the nights I lay alone scared, all shattered and crying…
But I am still alive! Yes, I have learned to laugh through teardrops.
The lilac blossom is just as sweet and now my heart is shattered and they say that lips that taste of tears are the best for kissing.
Eyes that watch the morning star seem a little brighter and arms held out to darkness are now whiter than ever.
And when a heart falls down twinkling, never think it vanishes, because grieving for it will be in vain as the heart will rise again in golden hope.

Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania