Cristian Carcu


That Beautiful Flame - Poem by Cristian Carcu

When I was in love,
My blood was my restless brother.

When I was in love,
My eyes - a galaxy like no other.

When I was in love,
I could read my every step like an unforgotten novel.

All that because one day,
Kissing you or eating you if I may say,

An awful pain sprang inside
That moment when we were in flame

And took me up, behind
The darkness seventh kind.

You, my timeless human dream,
You were still the same
But without the half that bared my name

And beyond that curtain
I've seen, guided by the beautiful flame,

The days when walking,
The nights when talking,


To nobody else but my mind, insane
Like a slave in his desert of chain

That I will no longer have a brother
Nor faith in my galaxy that fade away.

And all what love meant that day
With an awful pain,

Will be the loneliness of a path
Forever changed by the thought
Born inside my last
Immortal human blast.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, February 22, 2013


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