Hug me

Hug

Hug me while cold nights surround
And doubts are the dinner for us,
Apart on the stories rebound
Of what we were striving to pass. 

Hug me while hours flow hard
Still answering questions in mind
Yet rays of the light might regard
All ours emotions behind. 

Hug me while snowing the tales
Through winters and marvel array
Will write other stories’ detailes
Which spark our love on the way. 

Hug me and nights turn on gleam
With moon smiling over the sky,
With dawns which are catching the dream
Of having each other through fly.

@Simona Prilogan, 21/01/2018, Nottingham

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… it’s windy…

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… it’s windy and I will make a nice excuse: Today it’s without hats…Today it’s all about feeling free.
Mixing bouquets of ideas in my whole universe… But it’s the clock of reality that sounds so cruel in the cold morning and reminds me that I must catch the bus in time for handover.

… now when I was just modeling beautiful dreams… I have washed my sleepy eyes with the water of life and run away in the field hoping that dreams will carry on their line… and through medication charts I find myself telling bright words and catching for some moments the beauty of a soul; flaming the joy of it. It’s the most beautiful gift today, the spark of a dream which seems is returning to life, and the smile of a troubled soul who speaks unwanted words. An entire world stretches between our moments. People and souls. Smile with tears. Pain and joy… A life beyond limits and prejudices.
The stories are many, and always sad, they often sneak up a humorous light, that gaunt haze that breaks out like a hot lava from the deep meaning of existence. Support that balances the infiltration of reality… We always talk about desires. About these for today. About the future. The universe is moved by will. To want. To hope. To be…

… The crying eyes of the mother who still hopes for a painless day for her baby.

… The young man who assures his wife that he will be home shortly… And the tear thirsts her with the warmth of the words spoken so kindly… while his the body is affected by metastasis…

… there is plenty of life’s will around, with tears and joy… Tales weighed in time. With memories that peculiar hours have made them more and more full of charm.

… it’s windy today… and silence squeezes through smiles and dreams. And the flight of wind is still in the world of imagination, where all the pains end and happiness dances on the golden bulbs of hope…

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Speaking your truth

Courage

Out there of the dreams, near at the edge
Of daily routine, feeding the pledge,
Tearing behind the smiling curtain,
Sweating details to get them certain.

Fearing conflicts on culture’s belief,
Hiding yourself from freedom relief. 
Out there of the dreams, look at the light
How goes through the shade, spotting on right. 

Finding the ways while facts spark your flame,
Being yourself with courage, no shame
For feeling the faith through your inner peace.
Speaking your truth, love gets to release. 

@Simona Prilogan, 13/01/2018, Nottingham

Calmness

Belief

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“Not good enough” may slash on dreams
Dragging the hope out to absurd
Of all the meaning which it seems
It’s holding back, trust to elude.

“Not good enough” may play the game 
Of wandering through dense pitch-black,
Bringing the doubts to claim on shame
While crawling grails which lost their spark. 

“Not good enough” may catch today
The eyes of passion gleaming trust,
Busting the hope, wishing convey
With confidence to magic “just”.

The shadows hold the light on spots,
It’s all up there of flame relief.
Of what the matter glows on thoughts
To the bright “Just” of the belief. 

@Simona Prilogan, 12/01/2018, Nottingham

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Blue

Blue dream

Pouring blue drops in my heart
From the heaven with peace to have faith.
Yet embracing the shadows apart
On the tales which blued their wraith.

Raining sapphires over moon
From the sagas with wisdom to trust
And to spark all my hope to the tune.
Bright horizon blued on just. 

Speaking the blue to my dream
From the sphere on my vision to gleam.

@Simona Prilogan, 09/01/2018, Nottingham

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Let’s write our stories

Warm

Let’s write our stories together
While snowflakes are dancing in sky
And fairies are catching on fly
The marvel to keep it forever. 

Let’s write our stories together
While kissing the earth calls the right
To spark its candor till the light
Embraces all the souls in cold weather.

Let’s write our stories and share them
With Winter’s eyes catching the blue
While striving for dreams to come true
And picturing delight till the hem.

@Simona Prilogan, 06/01/2018, Nottingham

Winter

Snowing the tales

Snowing the tales

Snowing the tales – January,
Wrapped in my dreams kindling bliss
From all the sky and promise
Glowing the majestic fairy.

Snowing the sagas while whispers
Wind over time and my thoughts.
Nothing undone, gaining lots
Of beautiful stars on my winter.

Snowing the hope over mind,
Mornings are playing with light.
Faith steps serene through the night
Welcoming peace fervid, kind.

Snowing the tales – January
Letting the magic to be…

@Simona Prilogan, 1/01/2018, Nottingham

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I’m dreaming

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An elegant sight I’m dreaming and might
The colors of day will bring it to light.
With shadows to play in mirrors away
The magical eyes do marvel the way.

A spot to create I’m dreaming and wait
To catch silver moons while sparking so great.
To paint all the dawns with joy and with peace
And craft shields of nights into masterpiece.

I’m dreaming to light my darkness to bright,
To tear fears apart till get morning right.

@Simona Prilogan,  1/01/2018, Nottingham

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Wrapping my dreams

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I wrapped all the dreams so close to my mind
while wind blew the chances apart on the crest.
I called them to come by whispers and find
the one part of me who strive to the best.

I made up the work till grace braced the days
and wonders through nights brought stars on my sky.
With angels I’ve sung the peace to rephrace
the quarter of mine through which I could fly.

I’ve found on the ground myself looking up
to heavenly bodies and strained for the light
while shadows of grey were having their cup
apart on the tales which twirled all fight.

I wrapped all the dreams so close to my heart
while sphere is great shelter and made me its part.

 

@Simona Prilogan, 31/12/2017, Nottingham

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Shelter the soul

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With numbers ideas we play
while drawing the circles and squares
while dots fall behind from their chairs
and hours rename our grey.

With letters we dance till the dreams
expand from their capsule of space
reworking the fear into grace
and versing what love really means.

While reading the stories of life
the books trip us fabulous ways,
yet shelter the soul and rephrase
the colors of happiness eyes.

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