My Dead Tear Blooms

I am leaving with this year's future.

I hover above the gardens

of paradise, I am high,

higher and higher.

I stole one more dream from you,

while you lay

locked in your own body,

your soul trapped.

Don't avoid my love,

this is the only hope

I can give to my life.

Don't pretend you care about the echo

of my whisper.

Don't pretend pain is the only lullaby

that will wake us up.

I am drifting,

my body no longer resembles

the beauty

with which I was able to greet you,

dressed in venerable trust.

My dead tear blooms in your hands,

I am asking you for one fulfilled desire.

Close your eyes,

part your lips,

let fear overtake us,

let us long for what we cannot regain.

A bloody tear runs down

my starched conscience.

The silent pain is like a night

that has been robbed of the stars.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am pretty much breathless then speechless after reading this.

It just builds in intensity...the idea of imagining love hard enough to make it feel true.
What we once were we are not now...but just for one last moment, before that last dead tear dries,
let us feel that volcanic love we once felt....
j..

[Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska]

Thank you very much for such an interesting interpretation of my poem. I'm glad you liked it. I invite you to read my other poems. Have a nice day!