Nebular/Nebulosa

Amid the veils of a nebular
I ride upon a fallen star
And see my arms in the lost abyss
Avoiding the tides of that dark bliss

So there I stood in the burning sun
Through the mist of the oblivion
Boarding the waves of the crimson sea
To the city that lingers ethereally

De uma forma concreta e estupefacta
Uma vida que foge e uma que mata
No destino perdido de uma flor
Uma nebulosa encontrada na dor

No crepúsculo viajo pela calma
A gotícula acumula-se na alma
Na nocturna luminosidade carmim
Naquela tarde do inicio do principio do fim

By Christina Rossetti

A Friend from College sent me these poems, because my writing travels in the same universe as Christina Rossetti’s. I guess she was right!
Thank you Bárbara…

A Rose Plant in Jericho

At morn I plucked a rose and gave it Thee,
A rose of joy and happy love and peace,
A rose with scarce a thorn:
But in chillness of a second morn
My rose bush drooped, and all its gay increase
Was but one thorn that wounded me.

I plucked the thorn and offered it to Thee
And for my thorn Thou gavest love and peace,
Not joy this mortal morn:
If Thou hast given much treasure for a thorn,
Wilt Thou not give me for my rose increase
Of gladness, and all sweets to me?

My thorny rose, my love and pain, to Thee
I offer; and I set my heart in peace.
And rest upon my thorn:
For verily I think tomorrow morn
Shall bring me Paradise, my gift`s increase,
Yea, give Thy very Self to me.

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An Echo From Willow-wood

Two gazed into a pool, he gazed and she,
Not hand in hand, yet heart in heart, I think,
Pale and reluctant on the water`s brink,
As on the brink of parting which must be.
Each eyed the other`s aspect, she and he,
Each felt one hungering heart leap up and sink,
Each tasted bitterness which both must drink,
There on the brink of life`s dividing sea.
Lilies upon the surface, deep below
Two wistful faces craving each for each,
Resolute and reluctant without speech:--
A sudden ripple made the faces flow,
One moment joined, to vanish out of reach:
So those hearts joined, and ah were parted so.

Estis servatus etsi estis obscenus

Over the clouds of the ancient sky
By those wounds that beautify
The Crowning of the epitaph
The screaming of that laugh

And the blue intensify the sea
In a way that absurdly
Creates a void in the breaching soul
A shipwreck in the eyehole

So I felt the inner sin
Trespassing like a violin
Trough chords of closure
That floods and recapture

And ear the silent song
Sung by a swan
In the infinite of the moon
In that single afternoon