Withering smiles,
The sunset of my future.
I keep watching the wind
Taking the essence
Of what I am and used to be.
Pour the memories
Over my eyes;
It’s not tears,
Just the wind,
Cold wind.
I always tear up
When the wind is cold.
Your hands are the cello notes
That squeeze my heart
Every time the melody
Touches my ears.
I keep walking towards
The edge of the abyss
That tries to engulf me
With every touch,
Every look.
I end up being
My worst enemy,
Engaging into a fight with myself
Without a chance to win.
Sinking in the bog
Of my past,
Of your past.
So shift the gears,
Let the engine ignite.
And if it stalls,
I’d be the brake
That never works.
As always…
wind
Time to grow up
Racing clouds,
Tyrannous wind,
Merciless rain shower.
The power of nature
Against a small insignificant dot
Called human.
I am walking along the road
Trying to hide from wind,
Enjoying the evening sky swallowing stars.
The road is empty.
Wet, slippery surface looks dangerous for the traffic…
But not me.
The way lights shimmer on the water surface makes me feel more
More of nothing.
Repeating the same dictionary words,
It cannot bring the whole picture
Until you pierce the sky itself
And realize that sky is the same nothing you’ve seen not long ago
Was I right?
It’s time for you to grow up, girl.
Slideshows
Watching slideshows of your smile
I am trying to scrape the remnants of you
Out of myself.
Our tragic reunion
Has killed the last bits
Of both of us.
Sound of the wind touching your hair
Makes me melt,
But the volcano has cooled down.
Your voice is a crying cello
That brings peace to my ears.
Look hear, my dear;
So much time has passed
That I can hardly remember your face,
But you are still haunting me.
I have been holding the door open
For you to leave,
But the curve of your lips
Is still pouring rains of nostalgic foolishness on me.
Time to light it up.
Bring me the matches.
I will burn the slides,
The whole memory room;
We will be watching ourselves disappear
And turn to embers.
Viktoria Moon 