It risesin spirals of grasstwice a day,usuallyat the same hours. The hoofed bellsfrom the mountainsshatter the night’s edge,sending the milk flowinto circular songs. When you look atthe rows of labeled boxes,remember the starswrapped in prayers,the dreamswrapped in moonlight,the cows,and the tide.
first rain of autumn –I feel like a butterfly,lost inside my dreams (from the book “Tides of Amber“, 2019) © Marian C. Ghilea, 2019artwork by Marian C. Ghilea, 2022
Nightfall.Wind and snow.I’m freezingon empty streets. Wounded,my thoughts scatter,turning corners,shards of ice and glass,memoriesfadinginto nothingness. Moonlight.I’m breathinga city full of ghosts,crumbling songsalready vanished,already long gone. A final deep breath.Soon,I shall sleep,I shall turn intoa ghost full of cities. (c) Marian © Marian C. Ghilea, […]
floating jellyfish –old superstitions risingbeyond melting dreams (from the book “Tides of Amber”, 2019) © Marian C. Ghilea, 2019artwork by Marian C. Ghilea, 2022