TO THE ROSES

BLEEDING ROSES
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

The horizons have torn away
The blushing light of the day’s
Ever burning flames
And left the bleeding sky
Naked, surrounded by the
Sharp thorns of the
Dawning sun.

Dreaming,
I look around
And see the
Shadows of the roses
That try to sprout out of the
Autumnal soil,
Shivering, weeping,
Writhing in bleeding pain.

But all in vain!

You poor ghosts
Wanting to bloom
In cold darkness!

I open my arms towards you –
Come here, all of you!
Come and dive
In my heart
So that my blood
Would give you strength.

Swim through my being
So that you might
Fly again in bloom
And roll all over the earth,
Covering it with
Never ending streams of
Velvet and sweet scents

Like the laughter
Of my blood
Defeating autumn’s
Chillness and depression.
But night is falling,
Dark and heavy,
Carelessly throwing
The phantoms
Of the roses
In my open heart,
Deeply wounded by the
Sharp thorns of the
Angel of their death.

Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania