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Sofia Grudnitckaia


Love

I sit in silence.

Though noises cut through all of space

Inside this room, that’s full of empty minded

My eyes now rest

Upon the ones that rest on me

One moment do, and then part ways,

And only to return.

My heart, not one that is the strongest

But one that froze, starts beating once again.

But do those eyes now scream that they adore me?

Or are they just an intersection that exists?

 

In endless space,

Where millions of steps

Are meant to be,

And yet they come just once

Inside the slowly moving tide of time

Where things that disappeared are meant to be collected

And ones that lost are meant to win again.

Oh love, so bitter sweet.

The place that none but all once dream of

The moment which would take their life away

And then return.

No doubts, no hesitation 

But bruises, bleeding, extra steps,

The tears, the talks, the death of souls

The resurrection of ones’ cold entitled mind 

That told them once ‘No worse will happen’

But once again, they cry, alone.

 

My head is full of noise.

Though now the room is silent

And those who sit here now possess a lonely thought

My eyes still rest

Upon the ones that still rest on me

And now for longer, longer pause

And yet they still come back.

My heart is starting to get stronger

It's beating now, melting the ice.

Those eyes now whisper something like ‘I love you’,

The intersection is there, but not for sacrifice.

 

Of things I love, the many which there are,

None showed me quite the meaning

Of what it is and where it was

That something which the greats described as holy

God-like, the heavy inspiration to their prose

The one and only, which or rather who

Could turn away

And then run back, with nothing 

But the speed of those two crashing hearts

The canvas for the arts,

The notes for music,

The strength for fights,

The beakers for the fluids

For all of it,

Nothing, no way and nowhere

But everywhere, in every single atom

Of one's being, a special, undetected

Single wave.

 

My head is foggy

The empty minded and the mindful are not there

Almost as time has got to be somewhere.

My eyes are now completely focused

Onto the ones that now are close to me

For an eternity, with no intent to leave,

No need to ever look away.

My heart, that now is finally the strongest

Beats fast and freely, now generating warmth.

Now not a whisper, loud and ringing - ‘I adore you’.

My heart will now start seeking growth.


 




Envoyé: 11:40 Fri, 22 March 2024 by : Sofia Grudnitckaia age : 16