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Snow Garden

[ poem by Maximilian G. Wolf ]

By Maximilian G. WolfPublished 2 years ago 2 min read
Snow Garden
Photo by Girma Nigusse on Unsplash

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I stepped into the dark corridor, and by an accidental touch of kindness,

I entered into the haunted tower of time,

like a sonata full of hope born

and dreams of kisses by the river.

A hug that conquers the bastion of inadequacy

and destroys the silk defense lies.

A book emerged from under a stone,

was read in the bed,

and melted into the mist of some new sighs.

At the bottom of the well, I saw eyes

what are like a spilled handful of pearls.

*

From the bud of the name of the great

a golden-haired princess comes out and hugs me;

while racing across dry, creaking snow

from the Paris streets

and the blue book pages

smiling boy with a snowball

hits a chandelier full of candles

and pieces of light in all directions fly

like a wasted youth.

*

I wander around the world in search for a soul

in the dark and blind with despair.

Snow is everywhere

and downhill takes me down

to the frozen lake.

I can see my hands trapped

on the other side of the thin

ice cover.

I'm frozen like a stone pillar,

while only my live eyes cry.

From my tears

the seagull makes hope necklaces

to guard against all evil

names pronounced.

*

I drink wine from the birch tree,

putting presents on the lower branches

of silver and amethyst.

Cloak of the Great Sorrow

which covers my back and shoulders

I came to leave it

there, in the corner of the garden

where are the thick willows planted.

*

Under the giant Tree in a blizzard

I found a beautiful corner for meditation;

I untied the ponytail

cut off from me long ago by the demon,

sprinkled myself with snow,

and with the icy grains of remaining joy.

My hands are at the end, bare and empty.

*

With the inner eye, I hear the chorus of trees,

where the ancestral oak commands the willow

to pass through my nostrils

and create the Tree of life

with better woven

by watering sapling

with the red juice of my body.

Ready, I surrender

and I go into the ice bluish-whiteness

hugging me silently.

Finally, my peace comes

in the company of people

that were once like us

and we will all become like them

just like me now.

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About the Creator

Maximilian G. Wolf

Dear All,

On my posts, you can find authentic contemporary love poems and short stories. All verses and stories are my original work.

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