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Silvia Zaharia is participating in the 5th International Literary Creation Contest from Bucharest, Romania. She is 38 years old. We thank for the participation and wish her success.

The longest minute

The longest minute passes,
As I try to circumnavigate
The elliptic trajectory
From your heart.
The tiniest second passed,
Until you reached my soul.

I found myself lost
In the depths
Of your amazing mind,
A strange labyrinth of sorts
That I attempted to cross
Completely unprepared.

I must tread lightly now,
Not to upset the shadows.
I must move slowly now, 
To walk past our frights.
I must speak gently now,
Or perhaps keep silent.

Be still and be patient,
The tiny voice tells me.
I hold my breath,
For your scent is intoxicating
I tremble and hold on,
To a thread of light.

I am not an Arctic explorer,
I am not a cartographer,
Nor am I a speleologist.
Yet I must find my way,
Maybe alone,
Without any guidance.

And as I stand here,
Attuned to every fine vibration,
I dare to hope
That there is happiness
To be found,
Amidst the broken past.

I thins I will stay after all
For a little bit longer,
Immersing myself
In this new life I discovered.
And I will wait for a sign
Or even for a revelation.

I pray that, one day, my dear
You might just remember,
After seeing the blue sea,
Or a grain of yellowish sand,
And you will come find me
In the labyrinth of your mind.


Resurrection

It took a fever
To make me realize
How hard I have fallen
For you
How much I have yet 
To become.

It took cold shivers
And hallucinations
To explore the depths
Of my affection
And to discover
This new universe
Make of the love
I bear you.

It took three days
And many nights
For me to rise
From the abyss
Of your silence
My own Messiah,
Fragile and stubborn,
With painted nails
And red lipstick.

I bear this cross,
I wear my thorns 
Around my heart
And I will drink 
The vinegar,
Hoping that you would
One day 
See me,
Just once,
 For whom I am –
A hopeless romantic,
A daydreamer,
An overthinker,
A wounded child,
A woman
Who loves you.


Enrapture

You attached yourself
To my poor soul
Like instant glue,
Unexpectedly
And quite suddenly.

I did not plan
To fall in love,
Nor did I wish it.
Yet, here I am,
Enamored
In your absence,
Enraptured
By your freedom,
Enslaved
By your spirit.

Still, 
You cured me
From past fears,
And former selves.
Now, I can simply be me,
A novelty,
Unapologetically happy
To love you
Imperfectly,
But brilliantly
And forever lastingly.