Marieta Maglas

In My Absence

You will come to comprehend

the essence of love, and

chilly raindrops will descend

from the eye of the sky.

The words will echo through

this enigmatic weather, and

your sorrow will be overwhelmed.

 

Promenade

Hullabaloo and hurly-burly tumults;

Ashes of long-buried, heroic memories;

A plethora of antiquated emotions;

A need for a new divine vitality;

Dark air, illuminated parks, and varied offers;

A topsy-turvy state of things;

Never-ending hopes, dreams,

and romantic thoughts;

Time of lost will

and engraved walls

that were repeatedly conquered;

Hearts filled with fear,

sincerity, and strong willpower;

Snow crystals, offspring,

heating up dog days and early falls;

Uneven weather;

Blooming flowers and happiness;

Perennial conversations,

coffee breaks, and

never-never lands;

Awakening, self-assurance, unwavering

self-worth, earnestness;

Sundays and never-say-die preaches;

Protean and tormented clouds,

sacred cenotaphs;

Tangos in the darkness;

Transient love and intense rage;

Whirlwind;

Minds wandering through

space and time in search of

understanding;

Will-o'-the-wisps; chimeras;

Existentialistic feelings;

Self-reflexivity; happiness.

 

My Dream

Irreversibly, the sun's yellow hue seeps into

leaves. Calmly, they descend from

the Jabuticaba trees onto the obsidian soil.

Unnoticeably, I drift into slumber beside you.

There is a chill, a biting cold, and

a new weather invades my dreamlike realm.

As long as the trees wear yellow,

life remains precarious.

Without a doubt, a puzzle of

hailstones lingers in this autumnal fragrance

of blossoms, ready to shatter

everything in its vicinity.

Unwaveringly, I possess a strength

greater than steel, when

my desire to endure ignites.

You linger still behind

the waterfall that unleashes dread.

Frantic, the night descends

as the moon throbs with light.

There are shadows in the darkness, and

I cannot find the way out.