Adriana Boagiu

The Indelible

Misty apparition of my lashes,
lunatic fancy of my iris,
almighty Temptress of the gaze,

Welcome me into your lair!
and let your pouring thoughts prevail
upon the sullen rhythm of the pale…

How do you weave your life
from gilded clusters of tomorrow
when others lurk to make your present
into a dying light of desert?...

No one believes you do exist
they say you never end a waltz
you turn away and leave behind
a daze, a clamor and a lie…

What if I were to plead to you?
Would you unveil yourself?
Would you stay and would you mellow
into the dimness of hello?…