ANCA M. BRUMA

Anca M. Bruma

I DO NOT WISH….

I do not wish to reach shores

where I build my longing

and oblivions walk barefoot and silently…

I do not wish shores

where trees bloom senselessly

and stars loose its train during refluxes…

I do not wish to reach shores

where nights set inside my thoughts

neither sweets waters or cravings

snowbound by amnesia…

Yearning of you hits my last fiber of retina…

I do not wish for shores

where seasons’ shadows crucify me!...

I bury my wings,

I know you were no more than a chimera,

no struggle inside one last remembrance,

so nights can have its dreams.

I do not wish for shores

where sleeplessness temple can rest,

in hope the universe will narrow inside me.

I converted my wings into taciturn stones!

I do not wish for shores

where waters cut my restlessness and questions,

trying to find our lost steps in the penumbra…

even the hourglass cannot bring back my Love…

I do not wish for shores

where I tried to remove your nights out of me,

just a stellar sleep watches over at the border

between wakefulness and sleeping,

through insomnia, words keep wondering…

I am not ready for another flight!...

At the corner of each second, Love still howls

of so much yearnings… cold and arid…

Anca M. Bruma