Monika

Rainbows are fantasies,

Of an anaemic sun.

If only our eyes were prisms

Each Truth would have come clad

In a primary colour.

Monika

Dreams are facts,

Of life lived after-hours.

If only, we were awake

Each wish would come true

In the moment of its conception.

Monika

Songs are sorrows.

Of silences punctuated

If only we had heard

Each silence would have sung

In unison

With our heartbeats.

Monika

Flowers are memories,

Of fragrances dancing uncertainly.

If only we had remembered

Each scent would have embraced us in

An uncertain waltz.

Monika

Candles are suggestions.

Of light reducing us to shadows.

If only, we had opened our eyes

Each candle would have invited us

Into arms of a resplendent darkness.

Monika

Poems

Are promises

Of passion.

If only, we had read

Each word would have promised

Inevitable pain.