TO THE ROSES

ROSES OF THE OCEAN
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

The roses
On the ocean shore
Stand like
Eternally snowed up queens
Caressed by the
Green, evening breeze,
And blesses by the
Holy moon
With eternal graceful beauty.

The roses
Are pieces of the night
Forgotten somewhere,
In the corners
Of an old altar,
Under the pollen of the
Midnight falling stars.

The blue god
Of the ocean
Caresses their tired petals
With feather – light waves
Of marine kisses.

Each rose
Is a window
That opens
Neither outside
Nor inside
This giant soul –

A window in space

Underneath each rose
A silver angel
Finds a warm shelter
That reflects
Its ruby valences
On his smooth, white wings –

And when the stars go out,
Pouring their
Golden sand
Towards the
Rising, dreamy picture,
Bathing the angels
In new fragrances and lights,
The holy lime tree,
Shadowed by
Time and melancholy,
Opens its eyes
And starts
Shaking its
Holy branches
Near the night star’s temple.

Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania