ALICJA KUBERSKA

Alicja KubERska

(NOT) MY POEM

I wrote a few words and secured them permanently.
Reflections and emotions created the stanzas.

I uttered the final sentence,

and my poem moved like a zephyr,

Kissing my lips lightly as he left, gliding away to strangers.

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He slipped into eyes, where tears are born.

He whispered tender words to hearts

and they faintly shivered.
He pricked dormant consciences,

made stale by daily routine. 
He consoled a sad lady, Melancholy.

At night he soared skywards

parting heavy curtains of clouds.
The stars glistened over illuminated moonlit paths for lovers
The tender song of a lone  nightingale

echoed around the dark abyss
and sank softly into swooning scents of flowers.

Sometimes my faithless lover returns
- beloved son of the muse, but child of mine no more

THE ISLANDS OF HAPPINESS

dreams come true in the Bahamas

let's go there
where the wind brushes the green hair of palm trees
the huge ocean murmurs sleepily
the golden sand remembers footprints
and the sun disappears in blue water in the evening

before the black butterfly appears
we have time to write a few lines  of a poem
and to share our  thoughts like a slice of bread

only there
we can entrust our secrets to the stars

AMONG STARS

I wait for the downpour of stars,

Maybe I have time to whisper a wish.

I look with hope to the Leonids.

I believe that I will see the falling sparks.

The dancing Pleiades stirred up a cloud of dust.

Jealous Orion will not overtake them

And Sirius will not find the seven nymphs.

Morpheus leads to the land of sleep

Somewhere on the edge of the River Styx.

My beloved knows the secrets of existence

And all the metamorphoses of the cosmos.

Every night he carries me in his arms

And gives to the possession of Apollo and the muses.

He plaits visions into prophetic premonitions.

Berenice sacrificed her golden braid to the heavens.

She explains sadly,

That she has not found happiness on Earth

Among the gods and among stars.

ALICJA KUBERSKA