Perpetuum Mobile

...In our waters of sadness I laid myself on an illusory island of hope. On the illusory island of hope I was marooned, without your love. Your love is haunted By the shadow of my dream. My shadow of dream echoed your laughter. Your laughter was a falling curtain Over my stage of feelings at nightfall. My stage of feelings Has deprived itself of any awareness light. The awareness light was hidden In a contractile shadowy pink sunset Of our passionate relation. Our passionate relation Cracked its internal walls of faith. The internal walls released a scream In our waters of sadness. In our waters of sadness I lived on a meandering island of thoughts On the meandering island of thoughts I was marooned, without my love. My love disappeared being digested In your utopian dream. Your utopian dream cavorted in a silvery laughter; The silvery laughter was a falling curtain Over the crevice of our ruined feelings at nightfall. The crevice of our ruined feelings Has deprived itself of any enlightening piety. The enlightening piety was spread In a contractile shadowy internal sunset Of our life cycle. Our life cycle Cracked its pink walls of faith. The pink walls released the blue scream In our waters of sadness..... Poem by Marieta Maglas