Rose tears

Lacrimi de trandafir

The music resounds through the speakers, yet it quickly fades away,
Memories come to life, overflowing like waterfall reflections,
Which become flashes of lightning that tear all feelings apart.
The present blurs, as bygone times are gathered from scattered shards.

Notes float among clouds forged from burned memories,
Carving their path across the sky of my fractured essence,
Destined to be rebuilt through the prism of teleportation,
Within the heart of book chapters sealed against reliving.

Unlatching the gate to a forbidden realm, overwhelmed,
I cannot find my place, wandering beyond the cover,
Through the pages of a love buried beneath sorrow, 
The story’s pages materialize amid sporadic thunders.

Echoes of sighs born from weeping,
Of a fallen soul withering with thirst,
For an unrequited love, shedding rose tears
That flow like rain across the sapphire realm.

“The Two of Us” –  a notion foreign to my perception,
Unfurls across the parchment of my mind with inspiration,
Through which I absorb the breath of a long-dreamed love,
An embodiment woven from counterfeit hopes.

Nights when the end loomed within my mind,
Interwoven with mornings in which the spirit is reborn,
An amalgam of shivers, dust-laden emotions, and torment
Unfolds upon a curtain of stars stitched with linen.

“Back” remains a concept detached from me,
Once the reflection is recognized, serene sunsets,
Rise upon the horizon, and rhythm returns to my body,
The trance unravels and memory becomes a single drop.

Original poem

Muzica rasuna puternic in difuzoare, insa rapid se pierde,
Amintirile devin vii, se revarsa precum reflexii de cascada,
Ce se transforma in fulgere care spulbera orice fel de simtiri,
Prezentul se estompeaza, vremuri apuse se culeg din cioburi.

Notele leviteaza printre nori fauriti din memorii arse, 
Ce isi croiesc drum prin cerul fiintei mele, descompuse,
Menita sa fie reconstruita prin prisma teleportarii,
In inima unor capitole de carte inchise retrairii.

Descuind poarta unui taram interzis, coplesita,
Nu-mi gasesc locul, alerg pierduta de coperta,
Printre foile unei iubiri ingropate de durere,
File de poveste se materializeaza, tunete rare,

Ecouri ale unor suspine nascute din plansete, 
Ale unui suflet prabusit ce se usuca de sete,
Pentru amor neimpartasit, cu lacrimi de trandafir,
Care se scurg precum ploaia din tinutul de safir.

“Noi doi” – o notiune straina de-a mea perceptie,
Impanzeste pergamentul cugetului cu inspiratie,
Prin care absorb suflul dragostei mult visate,
O intruchipare tesuta din sperante contrafacute. 

Nopti in care sfarsitul se contura in minte,
Impletite cu dimineti in care spiritul renaste,
Un alamgam de fiori, emotii prafuite si chin,
Se deruleaza pe o perdea de stele cusuta cu in.

“Inapoi” ramane un concept detasat de mine,
Odata reflectia constientizata, apusuri senine,
Se ivesc in orizont, iar ritmul revine in corp,
Transa se risipeste, memoria devine un strop.

Photo by Alexandre Boucey on Unsplash

This poem aims to capture a travel through the past, where love, ache, and memory intertwine. By the end, the trance induced by reminiscing dissolves, while the memories remain in the background of my mind.

The piece was written while entering a creative flow, having one precious song for me on repeat, the words seemed to search their way out of my heart urgently, and this was the result.

I hope you’ll enjoy it, and please let me know in the comments your thoughts and feelings regarding my piece, I’m eager to find out, take care beautiful souls

with love, Elena<3