The Fruit of Salvation

Pain is the most beautiful promise

we can get from fate.

Fear is what we nourish our closed hearts.

We are still running away from

the tears that are the only souvenir

from the first summer rain.

The fruit of salvation ripens in me,

only its flesh can fill my empty body.

He only dreamed of a bit of a past

that would protect the silence

of his beautifully cut lips.

The dead prophet promised

that this mutual nostalgia

would be the promise waiting for

the dying world on its knees.

I have a few warm traces left of you,

which you did not have time to erase.

Pain, scream, tear, death, faith,

this is all I have left after the night

when love found its embodiment.

Do not beg against your free will,

do not demand a starry night

that the fear of hope will give us what 

we have not needed for a long time.

Your order is wrong, my Lord.

I don't remember where I hid

my yesterday's shadow.

Never mind, I still have a few tears

to buy some fresh light.

I don't know where modern time

is heading.

It's worth cleaning up

after your uneaten dreams.

It is high time to see

what is the penance of a wounded world.

Close your eyes

so you don't have to see

the stolen light out of the way.

Free yourself from the shackles

of sublime dreams,

love the sigh that will give you

humility and suffering.

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[Writergurl]

The fruit of salvation ripens in me,
only its flesh can fill my empty body.
He only dreamed of a bit of a past
that would protect the silence
of his beautifully cut lips.

WOW!!! Loved this part and the stanza after it too.
This is amazing

[M. J. Smith]

You hint at an unimaginable past even as you break my heart. Such despair in these words! The soul at the end of it's faith. Raw, powerful sentiments expressed in words as Stark as the emotions themselves.