Sorana Lucia Salomeia

BEWITCHED DREAMER Nobody knows you… You are invisible Throughout the night of the day… Enslaved by obtrusive feelings, You are the drowsy paranoid voice That never ceases

Blue silk enwraps My entire body Caressing me With the most tender Touches

Dark sleep has spread its wings All over the horizon And every light that guards Our summer dreams Has gone out. Flickering candles Smiling in the dark velvet sky Hide behind grey clouds Of

SILENT PRAYER There are nights when the murmur of the tempest is so mild, so caressing, that I could say an angel has hidden inside its shadow and is whispering a ballad. During such

RUINS WITHIN TEARS… Twilight is descending on the aura of a soul lost among the shortcomings of a relentless infinity… The chills of silence are sprinkling their thrills adorned with dead

STAY WITH ME! Oh, stay with me!... The first drop of frozen rain Has just glided down my window. Everything is still and cold When you are not here with me. No, don’t leave, don’t leave

ENSHROUDED The Night is green With sorrow and dull pity; The silence is singing throughout The catacombs of a Mere echo; The Moon is scattering its Tremors in Effulgent shrieks

THROUGHOUT THE WISDOM OF THE NIGHT The night of decadence Is bleeding… Howling streams of heavy rain Keep running restlessly Through a cemetery of Ambiguity. The heavy mud is

BLOSSOMED VOICES A flower’s voice Is given by its scent. The sweet, inebriating blossoms Are the echoes of the flowers’ voices,

TOTAL ECLIPSE OF DREAMS The unbelievable enwraps itself Within the yawn of an Everlasting Lifeless leaf, Caressing the growling Hunger Of an impatiently

THRILL An ideal is lost In the night of a world that no longer exists, Written on warm marble In a sky with other stars and heavens. From the mist of time, Destiny calls us on the rustle of

SINKING INTO A TEAR I do not want to cry, I wouldn’t want to sigh, I do not want to feel it Since now it neither troubles Or hurts me. Stumbling through uncertainty, My prayer did not

DAWNING LIGHT A clear sky like an angel’s tear Embraces a new dawn That is just waking up. The night stars set down one by one In holy silence To let the mild wind and calm waters Sleep some

RUSTY WINDS The days keep passing, One by one, Like faint butterflies Dreaming on the Numbness Of the rusty Autumn leaves. The nights keep running Like hasty travellers In an endless

POEM TO THE HEARTH (II) The hearth was grinning In the dark, behind the shadows, Watching me shiver in a corner of the night, Wishing I could somehow escape Remembrance and remorse. And

THE MOON’S DEPARTURE The moon is ill tonight… The crickets have fallen asleep One, by one, underneath a breath of murmurs. It is the night of on infinity, The night of the seven

POEM TO THE HEARTH (I) Gazing at the frozen, sleepy hearth, I threw away the chest of love and lies, I gave the hearth what once I’d loved the most – The sweet but untrue verses of inexistent

PEARLY AMETHYSTS A silver lily gracefully pours its dreamy scent Into a bottomless cup While the crickets sing the melodies of the night Under the clear moonlit sky. Delicate irises bend their

ILLUSION OF THE UNKNOWN Like an illusion you appear on the moonlit midnight sky among wax torches burning in huge

LOST SMILE by Sorana Lucia Salomeia At the windows of your soul

DESTINY’S ECHO by Sorana Lucia Salomeia A clear star appears on the nameless sky spreading dreams of light and visions over the endless horizon,

EYES Eyes are opening from the darkness of desire, eyes that dim