You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...

Sunday, 8 February 2015

Because of you....

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. 
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; 
how did your lips feel on mine? 
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, 
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight. 
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; 
I have forgotten your eyes. 
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you. 
I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm. 
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls. 
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. 
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: 
shooting stars, falling objects..

1 comment:

Giga said...

A little sad poem and well matched to the sculpture in the image. Regards.