Dear goddess, look at all those beauties bending down to you;
Dear goddess, why not to,
Pick one and paint it, like you do?
Dear goddess, you're marvellous indeed,
So why don't you offer them a bit,
Of your splendor, which to art will lead?
Dear goddess my, can't you see,
How they're asking: " Why have you left me?".
Oh, divinity my, the miracles are dying,
The people are crying,
Your marvell requiring.
Art is slowly fading,
Only for your magical touch waiting;
It waits, it stops,
Till it finally drops,
Collapsing on the floor
'Cause it's loved you more.
The birds stopped singing,
'Cause your bell is not anymore ringing;
You were their conductor,
Now you only are their voices' abductor.
The flowers which have bent,
With their heads atilt down have found their end;
The blossom waiting to become a flower,
Lost all the gained power,
And it gently fainted
In the long infinity which never ended.
They've lost the hope,
They've lost their perfectly fitting glove;
The stars' glimpse has disappeared,
The sky's ink has been cleared;
And instead of these, nothing else reappeared.
Oh, dear goddess my, they started the sacrifice,
Selling and buying souls with some delusional lies,
Which make their spirits ability
Vanish the credibility.
Mirrors are broken and the minds are done,
The loving heartbeat is long gone.
The tree, underneath I've ever first sung,
Is now the sad drought, for eternity in love, while nostalgically being drunk.
Oh, dear miracle my, have you said your goodbyes,
Leaving us with weeping eyes?
Oh, dear cosmic force, once upon a time embracing our nature,
Why did you vanish into the obscure,
Taking the ugliness' cure?
-dedicated to Claudia Sarbu for her birthday
