ANCA MIHAELA BRUMA

ANCA

MIHAELA BRUMA

WHEN OUR STORIES BLED TOGETHER

When our stories bled together

Eternity nodded gleefully

unfolding our broken grounds,

howling voids and lost alliterations…

My perfect imperfections

slipped down at my feet,

this intoxicated Existence

mended my subdued Heart

in spasmodic recurrences…

I have been seeking for You

Inside millennial dips of wisdom!...

I am distressed by my absent impressions

expressed by restored discourses

along my winterish hallucinatory midnights

When our stories bled together

I woke up from this Ancient grey longing

and edgeless Time frames,

spring-flowers blasted in echoed reverberations…

Yet!... the World demanded an answer!

A cross-examined petition of my agonized paroxysms,

no appeals… neither claims over its utilitarian ultimatums!

A plea… with no supplications and beseeched adjurations…

Together!...

We bled our histories

with hypnotic accents and saffron reminders

about the World’s triviality and consistent frivolity!

YOU KNOW, ONE DAY, I WILL FORGET YOU…

You know?

One day,

I will release you

from the Heart!

Away…

from the distant springs

of your eyes….

The moment will lose its end,

snowing… namelessly….

I wish to remember how to forget!...

To undress

from your words,

to undress

from your heart’s beating!

To undress

from snow screaming…

I emptied even my breathing

not to pay my customs to Life…

How I wish to remember forgetting!...

That day…

will inexorably come…

and the hour glass will be running out

of all those jaded visions, sapphire tales…

I know,

too many oblivions kneeled my flight!

Eventually…

I will remove You from Me,

as I miss Myself in this old Story,

so I can still cut up pieces of Life…

Do you know?...

There was not enough space

for both

inside this incomplete

symphonic Life…

At last…

you will be released…

I will forget

how your words

sounded like daggers,

how your chimerical kisses

used to run through my veins…

And that very day,

will inexorably come…

My hopes…

Will be laid

at one star’s ankle.

Your heart’s sentences?

I will stop humming them,

talking to your absence

no more…

It was just a trance

which seemed to enclose us!

Your lament,

I will not hear it, anymore,

even the echoes of the oblivion.

A closed flight was created

between us,

the day you chose

to rust on my Soul’s edge.

In that timeless

and eonian moment

forgetfulness would wrap me,

delicately…wordlessly…

forgetting I loved you…

beyond you,

beyond myself…

Years breaking…

You gliding along me,

still… my breath

encrypted inside your irises.

One day…

I will forget you

forgetting me!...

MY LIFE…

My Life,
paints every moment,
with a different stroke...

Each day I dress
with Myself, so nights,
can find me no more...

I grabbed the edge
of the World, so
I will not be beyond
your touch...

I taught my tree
how to bloom, so
my words will not fall
from its branches...
anymore...

I listened to your Silence, 
lighting my inner context
And I knew... no more
fictional characters
in a liquefied Reality...

just a rhythmical harmony
within heart symmetry...

I plunged Myself
in the aesthetics of Mathematics,
Now... I can count
different sizes of Life...
backwards and onwards...
with no remaining dots...

ANCA MIHAELA BRUMA