Placed in purgatory
I created a world
Undeniably mine
Fit to foster all my
Aspects that collide
Looking inward
Like concave mirror reflections
I saw an apparition of my soul
With neither love nor affection;
I became a shadow
That fleets and deceives
Standing under the light that perceives
But now days bleed
And I let myself sink
Into your world
Where rising sorrows
Entwine and unfurl
And I become lost again.
Hidden under murky waters
Your ashes are scattered
Erasing the sorry glimpses
Of the hope I thought mattered
I dust off a candle
And blow it for you
Not in celebration
But a mourning gloom
For the light has vanished,
Its spark has left.
You talk to me of love
But leave me feeling bereft.
Vanity
A fragile bird
Floats on dreamlessly
And undisturbed
It has forgotten
The Word
The prophets foretold
That God’s love
Would be bought and sold
In pieces of silver
The ripped curtain
Folds
Unravelled and stripped
Apart at the seams
See the wounds that bleed
For our broken dreams
In a world where we are
But scattered seeds
At the foot of the empty cross
Here to grow abundantly
In its victory
Or wither guilt-ridden
In loss…
The pangs of love
Take time to articulate
(Perhaps by now
They have spoken too late…)
Like a kite
I let you sail towards
An unknown destination;
A bottled message of love
Washed upon the shore
Of some foreign nation
But somehow
You found a way back
As if you knew
I was already here waiting
For the slow and steady tide
That abates with your sigh
Until you are ready to fly
Upon its wings of love again.
Dalla prima volta che ti ho guardato negli tuoi occhi
Ho sentito la tua presa intrecciata
Intorno al mio cuore
Come fiori
È stato in una notte sotto le stelle
che mi ha portato al tuo letto
“voglio fare l’amore”
sono state le parole che mi hai detto
E quando ti ho visto
nella luce, pura e chiara
Fra il nostro silenzio,
non c’era né dolore né paura
solo il movimento del respiro
che scivolava tra le labbra aperte
Sulla strada del destino
che sembrava senza fine
Ma ora, in questa città bellissima,
camminare mano nella mano
è impossibile sentire da sola
con tutto che abbiamo sognato
Quindi anche se la pioggia cade a terra
Non coprirà mai i nostri occhi di lacrime
Perché la vittoria sta nella nostra felicità
E vivrà per sempre!
INGLESE:
Love Is A Victory
From the first time that I looked into your eyes
I felt your grip woven
Around my heart
Like flowers
It was a night under the stars
Which led me to your bed
“I want to make love”
Were the words that you said
And when I saw you
In the light, pure and clear
Amongst our silence
There was neither pain nor fear
only the movement of breath
that glided between open lips
On the road of destiny
That seemed endless
But now, in this beautiful city
Walking hand in hand
It is impossible to feel alone
With all the things we have planned
So even if the rain falls to the earth
It will never cover our eyes with tears
Because the victory is in our happiness
And it will live forever!
Do not be deceived!
You are your best company;
On a winding road
That will carry you home
The only heartbeat you need is your own
Or upon a rolling hill
Inclining towards uncertainty
The most exciting adventures
Are solitary still;
There need be no other
To entertain your thrill
No woman whose love
You fought so hard to attain
No figure of authority
To nurse you through your pain
Only the blinding rain
That pours relentlessly
Through broken clouds
As you wait for Time
To uncover its veil
And kiss your broken vows
Threads of sincerity entwined with curiosity
Leading me down a haunted road
Pointing in the direction of your heart
Where I have decided to make my home
Please don’t think me crude
For I have not taken your tenderness for granted
Yet the cause for cessation is too late
As the seeds of love have already been planted…
Into my veins whilst I lay softly asleep;
Was it Cupid’s arrow that pierced me
Or a love bug’s venomous bite
From which I will reap?
Whatever it may be is
Swimming beneath the surface of my skin
Awakening my mind to the sensations
That lay subdued therein
Waiting, ever waiting
For the sweetness that causes
Love again to be revived
The sweetness without which
I do not think I could survive
Here was the tide
Chasing us to sleep
Underneath the moonlight
Where we shared
Each other’s dreams
Covered by a blanket of stars to keep us warm
Not forgetting the bottle of wine
To keep us from feeling forlorn
Whilst rolling in the sand
The grains collected in our hair and in our ears
As we shook off the tumultuous tremor
Caused by future fears
And lay in the carefree splendour
Of a slightly drunken haze
Deciding that this is the kind of life
In which we will spend
The rest of our days.
Living inside your reality withers me away
Whilst the lost words I sought to profess
Lie wrapped in a decaying shroud of death.
How I have longed to write the words
To win myself back into your heart
But what use is there,
When the lover has been written no part?
Everything is but a false sense of security
Into which we are deluded entirely;
A sedative of apathy force-fed to us blindly
Meanwhile Beauty waits for me
To rescue her away from the hapless reality
With which she abides;
My choice is left to no other:
Fight against it or else she dies
Even to the extent of causing myself abundant sorrow and loss;
The grief of tomorrow is the price that it will cost…
No more, no little could words do
To paint such glorious gain
That I thereupon derived such speechlessness
And lapsed into abstract refrain.
The depth of such colour
So marvellous and true
Describes the depth of my emotion
In such striking similitude…
What gift is there greater
Than the one that brings truth?
Catherine Lucy Rowland 