Drifting

A Poem by Mélania Woolf

Your gaze I remember so well

Your eyes closing each moment

Those thoughts that separate us

And that we won’t share, never

Even when dreaming.

Directly fixed toward the oceans,

O Beautiful speechless eyes;

That gaze …

A child’s race

Or just a life you’re hiding?

The shiver in your silence

That injures my voice,

I suffer.

I so much want to learn;

To whisper like the breeze

Upon your yielding expressions,

To weaken the black away,

To make the time disappear,

And break the clouds.

You …

Rarely speaking

Yet when you quietly do,

Just for you and me

It’s only little nothings

Stolen from your roving breaths.

But there, distantly,

You’re drifting

Ceaselessly

In the profound waters,

Somewhere …

You’re drifting so you don’t break

And let your wounds show

But here, it’s already a night.

And I, waiting on a bridge,

I’m weak and alone, as often

I, craving nothing but your voice,

Seek the rest of what was you

A stranger, maybe more …

Slight spot on the horizon

You are no longer drifting in your head...

You are gone.

© 2014 Mélania Woolf

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Benita-Staebell M - Kin..

Beautiful.

Lovely lines here.

Stolen from your roving breaths.
But there, distantly,
You’re drifting
Ceaselessly
In the profound waters,
Somewhere …
You’re drifting so you don’t break
And let your wounds show
But here, it’s already a night.

God bless Benita