Waiting The Non-Return Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

The act performed, the curtains closed,
I alone: the unsatisfied spectator!
In waiting for the second part exposed;
In absent darkness, the dream is even greater!
I am in waiting for the non-return,
Yet, what in past played, cannot return.

In tranquillity, the seed of hope I feed:
It rouses in heart the spring beginning;
Love blooms through all my senses, till
In love again—sweet, lovely dreaming!
...Still in waiting for the non-return:
Frantic longing lingers for return.

To reveal my heart: it's not bold in rupture!
I am a secret in meticulous patience,
Dragging phantoms in uncertain future:
Blindly dispossessed of conscience;
Always in waiting for the non-return...
My heart, —madly concealed, and burnt.