TURNED PAGES

By Yasen Vedrin

(Fireflies in the Palm)

We turned all the pages that stood as our last.

We were folded by cold and by sharp loneliness.

For its shadows we were but two strangers who passed,

Lost completely in night’s heavy gloom and distress...

We dreamed of each other, tied fast in our fates.

We painted each other in watercolor, bright.

Satiated never, we drank of those traits.

We wandered through limits, seeking bounds in the night.

We revealed all ourselves in sad truths that were cast.

We shared all our secrets aloud from the heart.

We smiled, internally cleansed at the last.

We opened our doorways for us from the start.

We longed for each other in feverish craze.

We kissed one another in lines soft and clear.

We grew jealous, suffering from words in a daze.

We wounded ourselves out of sad, heavy fear.

We turned all the pages that stood as our last.

We closed ourselves down without being at all...

Unwalked boundaries remained from the days of the past,

And a grief that will bring a sharp pain like a wall...