A DEAD CHILD’S DREAM
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia


Blurred emotions I cannot name,
Images I could never define…

I bear their revolted anger
Come against my uncertain visions.

Monstrous winters I hear
Menacing to bury me alive
Under the illusion of fragile perfection –
There is nothing I could pretend to be!

Glimpses of childhood’s perfection
I watch falling from above –
A blind, innocent child
Whose only wish was to die…

A grown up child with the face of an infant
Stretching one little hand for me to grab
And save her
Before the ferocious fountains of blood
Would swallow her helpless body forever.

A thousand feet I hear approaching obsessively,
Yet I cannot distinguish any shape;
It is the starving earthquakes
Sending their warriors
Towards this cathedral of madness.

I startle…

Frozen as the moon’s green eyes,
I rise from my sleeping shelter…

The angel in the corner, with its head bent in agony,
Is pointing to the window…

The wind is dancing
Through the fluttering ragged curtains of snow
That have so thoroughly guarded
These broken screens of isolation.

Their bitter sharpness I can feel…

And leaning along the trembling wall of sorrow
I let my eyes meet the betraying layer of the ground…
And there I see them, stabbing my glance –
The anguished stains of blood
Gleaming on the cursed pieces of glass –
Undignified witnesses to a specter’s misdeed,
Unpredictable fortunetellers of an angel child
Whose only yearning wish was to die.


Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania