The dark side of love
Συγγραφή Αικατερίνη- Βασιλική Γαλιτσίδου, Ποίηση στα Αγγλικά
In my heart there’s a hole you can never reach,
you can neither put your finger in it to itch.
The remains of a sentiment already lost,
like a lover’s letter you never managed to post,
leaving the receiver wondering of
your feelings, your thoughts.
As time goes by, and the life is empty without profound meanings,
you may wonder why I left things to take that way.
Where the rays of sun can never lay,
in a path full of thorns and abandoned trees,
my shadow’s searching painfully for green forests and new seas.
But the hole is getting bigger penetrating my chest
from the heart to the shoulder, making unmovable all the rest.
The joy, the laugh, the hope, the dream have gone.
And as you seek for a reason and bend tenderly to check,
you kindly break my bones and tear apart my flesh.
There’s no pain, there’s no blood, there’s nothing red in there
there’s no reaction, there’s no life, only a body dead.
Then your tears leak through the transparent hole,
where my heart once beat with a vivid tone,
and your blurry sight cannot clearly see,
the vampires of your love well fed, seating around the missing shape.
So you curse on the cloudy sky for your lost love you could easily have
killed with a blade,
but the knife in your pants is now ready to harm you.
You pull it outside, hold it with your left hand
try to give an end to this hopeless love story.
When your blood is starting to drop upon your dead lover
the God of Love comes in a charriot of glory,
saying “the sacrifice is over!”.
Then the vampires fly away dreadfully crying,
and as we both lay together slowly dying,
you whisper to me your last lines
“Only a fool or a poet can understand why.”.
And our eyes still looking the silver moon in the sky,
remain without expression, when finally the sun rises
And among the green leaves, the flowers and the little springs, the
birds are singing so wise,
“Last night one more love has died.”
From the melody of their song the mother nature awakes,
and the bond of the cold corpses she easily brakes.
Putting soil, grass and seeds above the distorted form of their past
souls,
making a tomb of life, where alive animals can crawl.
So if you ever walk above it you can never guess,
that underneath the divine surface there’s a secret
of an unfair spell
which divides without reason the hearts passionately loved
and beware! Listen carefully the singing birds again:
“Cut the flowers, be our guest, smell the ground, hug with your senses
all the blossoming mesh
But never dig, never search
for the betrayed souls sleeping eternal in their mystery nest.”
End
