I bought sunflowers today
on a miserable rainy day
I still hope to see your smile
piecing through the grey cloud
I don’t know if crying helps
In heaven, there is no tears
I can tell by the bright petals
freely dancing around the dark circles
– to my dearest Ash
There was a time
I let myself be ordinary
because
I could not endure more pain
caused by striving to be outstanding
In doing so
I saw my heart calcify as a stone wall
Then I realised
Being ordinary and being outstanding
are two evils just the same
I dreamed of a gathering of Artists
I saw Keats, Monet, Lewis, Dickinson…
I heard John read poetry in a silky tone
Claude’s Clos Normand appeared before me
His obsession was a pure visual feast
I fought through the illusionary perception
to find my way to Clive’s wardrobe
I threw myself to crack open the path of truth
only to meet the coldest deceiving heart
Then, I heard Emily crying out
” Don’t shut the door…”
He wasn’t sure
why
he was hated
by his mother
Surely
she could not have loved him
by all the cursing
and beatings
She wasn’t sure
why
a boy she born
could not be a blessing
Surely
she should have felt the joy
holding him on her bosom
He wasn’t sure
why
the mother and son
could not bond
Surely
they should have been happy
that
the seed was kept
within family blood
I didn’t dream because dreams were far fetched.
You came to fulfill my dreams.
So, I didn’t feel awkward of being ordinary.
You made my ordinary life wonderful.
I didn’t wait because waiting was for fools.
You came to me making yourself a fool.
So, I didn’t feel guilty of being impatient.
You made me see that I was worth waiting for.
Non ho sognato perché i sogni erano inverosimili.
Sei venuto per realizzare i miei sogni.
Quindi, non mi sentivo a disagio per essere normale.
Hai reso meravigliosa la mia vita ordinaria.
Non ho aspettato perché l’attesa era per gli sciocchi.
Sei venuto da me facendoti ridere.
Quindi, non mi sentivo in colpa per essere impaziente.
Mi hai fatto capire che valeva la pena aspettare.
I know there is a wound left
close but not open
I know it is there
but it does not hurt
It has to be very very quiet
when I notice the shadow of it
I only know it is there
becuase you have been nursing it
there is so much care you give
it is oozing out love
from that wound
I want to forget
your birthday
so
there is a chance
I also forget
your deathday
I am wrapped in a little turquoise bubble
with lung full of love filled aqua air
breathing out golden bright sunflowers
lighting up the October azure sky
late Summer surrenders to tangerine charm
so does our love to Autumn’s charisma
Flicker of Thoughts 