Agatha-Eliza Laposi
unpublished
Yearning
Let these flowers grow on my skin
the thought of love,
your presence
melting away on paths unwalked
words uttered in hushed tones
carried through the night
by the trail of sparkling stars
and a moon’s whose splendor
robs you of your soul.
In my garden, all these white roses
are blooming after midnight…
planted on your foot steps
so you can find your way back anytime;
they’re thornless, nourished
by yearning hope
waiting for colours to be splashed
on their brittle petals
and fragrance to be sprayed at their roots.
I am still looking for you, through the maze
of summer’s playfulness
with its long lazy days
and evenings filled with wonder…
dreaming, welcoming
whatever the winds of memory sweep back
through my threshold
counting the tears that leave a burning mark
on the paper, as
what we’re left with in the end
is just poetry.