Resonance

by Daniela Topîrcean

Isolde's anxieties
were wandering in me
undone.
Juliet's innocence
was blossoming in my eyes
-like a tide,
the anxiety of first love
fled
my shore of the heart
defying my
weightlessness,
bright wings.

Lost ships,
diaphanous ghosts,
dishevelled,
were wandering in me
attracted by a silent
resonance.

Image by Gloria Williams from Pixabay 

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