POEMS BY APRIL MAE M. BERZA

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If I were music

If I were music, I could have been in your
tongue, silently silencing your woes
to slice the evening once we both
enter the realm where dwells
the sound, an exile to the senses,
now, a part of your being.

The song is in your veins and all I
could do is to swim in the left ventricle
of your heart now that the rhythm
speaks, whispers to you.

* * *


The world is inheriting darkness tonight

The world is inheriting darkness tonight
That I soon surrender my plaything
Now that I am flying my blue kite.

There are stars in a cloudless night,
Silent prisoners that are weeping;
The world is inheriting darkness tonight.

I forgot to bring my bike that’s white
But I still continue playing and playing
Now that I am flying my blue kite.

The sky is another of those sights
We fear even if it has no sting,
The world is inheriting darkness tonight.

There are times I wanted to write
Poetry in the skies as I sing
Now that I am flying my blue kite.

My father wanted me to be bright
Like the stars, I’m afraid of his upbringing,
The world is inheriting darkness tonight
Now that I am flying my blue kite.

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Mornings and Shadows

When mornings are veiled with sadness
I ask that you whisper no song
Sell my tears in the hardware
Donate my blood to the crickets
Just leave the door of our bedroom
Slightly open where I could hear
The sun’s footsteps like a burglar
And remember not to water
The sunflowers on my windowpane
Just leave me alone with your shadow.

When sadness are veiled with mornings
Drop a hello to a marionette
Listen to the bleeding Stradivarius
As one would hear a sermon
Then walk with a living saint
In our living room and dance
Sculpt me a rainy season soon
The sawdust rippling in my bath tub
And I will forget the mornings
Forget that mornings have no shadows.

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