….a Letter to your Heart
I sent off the guests to leave and my feet headed to the green pastures.
Your Melody of Celtic sound, for centuries in mountain hills, I greet.
You walk disguised as yourself.
Concealed behind your steps,
you pass from the beginning.
Invisible, and undisclosed,
you’re waiting… always waiting for somebody.
I threw out the knightly hats I used to keep,
so one day you could recognize yourself.
I sent off the guests, to leave and
my feet headed to the green pastures.
Your melody, of Celtic sound,
from centuries in mountain hills, I greet.
“Where will you go again?”, you asked me…
“South!”, I barely uttered.
Covered the winds with my eyes,
I took the new direction.
“Stay with. Within myself I hid!
I lost the music, childhood, your whisper.”
And inside my grief, I shrunk, my Love.
And it’s inside her that I enliven.
Because for long, it’s your heart I grieve,
and instead of grief – it’s joy I’m giving.
Out of love, I come to see you…
up there in the mountain,
and every century, you open the door.
My smile will be a little bitter.
Our eyes will silently forgive each other.
Until next time, Love.
Until we find the new direction.
I hope your heart is as warm as a South.
I hope it soaked my Word & Music.
Picture: Personal Archive, Svetlina Trifonova
Poetry: ©Svetlina Trifonova @Думи от Светлина
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