Sandra Fabac - Poetry

 

PEARLS OF THE NIGHT

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I breathe gently

Relaxed

Thoughts float

about an unusual love

It was not passing

It was different

so loved

that it became music

engraved in a moment

like dewdrops

on vivid leaves

It led me through depths

in which I left

my youth

my name

my city

the sea

memories

Everything was different

The sea was no longer blue

The sea was in us

Somewhere in the strings of music

I waited

for you to recognize me

by the sense of mind

without questions

Patiently

My body remembered your touches

Down my neck I lower

a necklace strung with pearls

What a shine

It is cold

like your hands

I feel them from afar

foreign beds

With my hands I cross the weathered skin

which only you know

You loved the fullness

of my body

And now you love me

You are here beside me this night

but you are not here

A emptiness remains

I carry you

in living cells

in my chest

You know

I will forgive you

that in this night

in the confusion of thoughts

I lie alone

I remained your beauty

as you called me

Preserve me in your thoughts

in the melody

of gentle strings from oblivion

I will adorn you, my love

with verses

 © Sandra Fabac poetesa i humanist

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EMERGING FROM THE SHELL

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Iris goddess of the living rainbow

pour your colors across the sky

like rivers of light

over a weary world

Let us remember

one heart

and a thousand voices

born from the same source

Let every smile

become a silent prayer

without words without conditions

so that in each others eyes

we may finally recognize home

May all the children of the world

rest upon the breast of Mother Earth

without fear without borders

rocked gently

by the breathing of love

Too many lives have vanished

like a nameless wind

like candles extinguished before dawn

before we understood

that no pain is foreign

and no tear ever falls alone

So let us walk the path of love

barefoot through the dew of morning

for only love

knows the way through darkness

and leads us back to the light

Pause

Feel the quiet of the meadow

the whisper of grass beneath your hands

the fragile wings of a butterfly

carried by the breeze

And realize

how little we truly need

to be whole

Let love not remain a dream

but the work of the heart

a flame that warms the world

and erases the scars of sorrow

Erase the borders of the Earth

in silence

a new life is already rising

in freedom

Step out of the shell

like light from stone

seeking the peace of a single soul

rooted in time

and blossoming in eternity

 © Sandra Fabac poetesa i humanist