embers of anything true to heart reveal deeper sources
if one dares to bloom through own thorns
and caress a flower of deeper crimson. bloom
through the fractured room where martyrs once danced on glass.
their silvered waltz opened a heavy flow, a heavy birth
of an ephemeron that became the Rose.
words are devoid of meaning for this Rose.
for arms that hold the Beloved.
the embrace is a spring of thousands new letters unspoken
and every new sound reflects unique beauty of forever on skin.
they dilute wild water with sighs
then drifting upon a healing wave
carry the rush of magnolias off hurt
for the ones who’ve learned the language of kiss.
too complex for syllables. too light to define.
to breathe it in is to grow
speaking only in touch
again and again and again.
yelena, 2013
I forget how beautiful your work is–this is stunningly beautiful–
thank you so much Audrey, glad you liked
‘to breathe it in is to grow…speaking only in touch
again and again and again.’ oooh i love that…ethereal Yelena, as you only can do.
thank you alot Jennifer, this has been muchly inspired by reading Rumi and Rilke
So beautiful, as always Yelena : ) I’m in a cloud once again with your words. I especially like the stanza on blooming.
-Eva
thank you so much Eva, happy you liked my blooming poem
Love the breathtaking words here…specially the stanza on diluting wild water with sighs ~
Hope you are well ~
thank you so much Grace, i’m well and longing for spring
here’s hoping you’re well too!
This is so gorgeous… Like a lovely rose, opening to reveal that beautiful scent.
wow Kelly, thank you for these words. they truly inspire.
WOW, WOW, WOW. You are so smooth and amazing. Such great lines and skill with the language and visuals. One of my clear favorites for sure!
merci beaucoup Henry!
Absolutely beautiful.
merci cher ami~