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!
Like lovers passing out
In a romantic trance
We paved the streets of London
In a carefree dance
Unperturbed by the world
We mistakenly offend
Driven forward by a force
With which it cannot contend
Wherein this snow globe
We are each other’s muses
And paint the sky in flakes of feeling
A love infused only with dreaming
Until with my white and frozen
Lips you bade me goodbye
Whilst I continue earnestly now
Loving you awry…
(You wish for something
To appease your thoughts
But searching your mind,
You find nought…)
Oh sweet duplicity of intent
That falters my conscience;
Some might say
My actions were hell-bent…
But what may be this
Mysterious manifestation
That drives its fettered stream?
Upon reflection, I think
It was a dream…
Even now as my
Sprightly spirit returns
I start to remember
The Love for which I have yearned…
And even as Death mingles
Around her edges, I am quite positive
My pledges will not be burned…
How can we say goodbye
When you still hold
In your hand my heart
The distance does not lie:
We’ve been drifting apart
Yet even as I sleep
Your face in my mind
Hangs like a frame on a wall
Four corners of fiction
That encapsulate my soul
For no longer can we exist
Within margins so fragile
The timing was off and now
This love has become sterile
So look above and find
The writing engraved on the wall:
“A love that is sterile is not one
For which to fall”
The light reflects onto your face
And into your searching eyes;
When you look in the mirror
Do you find something you despise?
Amidst your wandering gaze
Which hangs heavy with your lashes
Inside I see a soul that carries
A burden your beautiful face matches
Might it have been love
That carried me into your arms
Or was it my lack of resistance
For your insatiable charm?
The longing to pour into you
My soul whilst resting
My weary head against your shoulder
My feelings for you are unadulterated;
What concern is it that you are older?
For in matters of the heart
My single most preoccupation is clear:
To love you unreservedly;
You are my queen and I am your seer
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
Nature awakens
Whilst the world is sleeping
The birds sing the songs
Of the stories
They have been keeping
Restoring humanity
To its rightful pattern
With hopeful melodies
Of a love waiting to happen
Catherine Lucy Rowland 