I sit at the edge

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I sit at the edge of the dark
Where fears are heading eyes up
And wildness is swilling its cup
Yet gathering despair to mark
Empires of sadness and tears.
I sit at the edge of their bark.

I sit at the marge of the dark
Where magic of night covers sky
With beautiful stars, charming spark
And music of angels grows high
While dancing with light through the fears.
I sit at their edge stopping tears.

The shadows embrace me with love
Through darkness the stars glow so bright.
I sit and their silvered dove
Hope brings on my heart, faith and light.

@Simona Prilogan, 08/01/2018, Nottingham

Hope

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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The square of my time

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I’m walking embraced by thoughts
Which call all the light through the sky.
I’m praying behind of my nights
When nothing goes on in my try.
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I’m writing long letters to God
To bring piece of light on my heart.
While walking embracing the mind
Alone on the square of my time.
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Still knocking to doors with no answer
It’s getting too cold on my way.
While Winter became a wild dancer
I’m waiting for Light on my pray.
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Seeking my own

Empty-headed I was running
hungry to catch the morning rays,
empowering my sight and tuning
I’m on my innocence’s ways.

 

I took the hint of flowers smiles,
of shadow lights on evening hour.
I watched  the moon behind of eyes
of inner mind on darkness power.

 

I laughed while dancing  with the Sun,
I washed the tears in rain, alone.
Today more empty-handed than
Before, I’m still seeking  my own

 

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My kind of happiness

 

Nights kindle my thoughts, 

 angels send wishes to heart,

while stars are embracing them. 

Kindly the light

just sparks on my fantasy.

I’m speaking with me 

who struggles  behind of ideas,

who wanders through times

looking for the calmness. 

 

It’s peacefully here on the dreams

and  nights are becoming my shelter,

my kind of happiness. 

While angels hold  my hands

and teach me to step to the roof

where brightness

 is the queen   of  the day

and mornings are kissing the grail. 

 

They say all these times have been here,

with Winters and Springs to renew

my thoughts, my illusion, my blue

eternity through the hope.

My kind of happiness through me. 

 

( My kind of Paradise)

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The queue

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Today we will stay in the queue
while embassy’s staff count on rules,
while nothing just plays to the roof
and brings up the hope to the blue. 

Today we will make up the queue.
Just six will be  allowed to breathe
each day, no more space, even seethe.
Just follow the nights till get to. 

Today we will spark In the queue.
The timing is beating with luck
while running the race over dark
will embassy’s door welcome through.

Today we may count in the queue
the hours we struggled for rights
while nobody cared for the lights
which faded and got people screw. 

Today  we  will seat  over queue 
while questions become rude to us, 
and love is accused being cuss
because dared and no borders drew. 

@Simona Prilogan

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