Elisa Mascia:梦境之中，吻痕依旧浮现

诗繁韵诗社

You gave to the wind

You threw the seeds of love unsparingly to the wind,

only gathered by the light gusts

that deposited them one by one

among the fertile valleys of brown spots

that declared war on the white-painted boats

painted with fresh dove feathers.

To the desert, your legacy, planted in the dark days of the Cold War

that raised its summer leaves immersed in oases of peace.

You looked to the sky, offering your gratitude

for the uniqueness of blood in the flow of fire

that continuously bathed the banks

dipped in the salt water of excruciating pain

at dawn, the piercing echoes of the rain resounded

that cried dew dried by the steam of interminable kisses

all left half-finished to return later to complete them.

In the dream, kisses still appear

to become the double wings of elegant monarchs.

And where are you now?

Already gone back to fight your own never-ending war,

only the truce of eyes that, reunited, admired each other,

promising eternity.

You buried your seeds to be found by the sun,

pierced by the chilling rays,

waiting for your warm hands,

to imprint in a child's kiss,

the age-old purity,

that enclosed the purity of the heart,

that suffers today.

你赠予了风

你将爱的种子毫无保留地赠予长风，

任由轻柔微风将它们一一收拢，

洒落于褐痕斑驳的丰饶山谷之中；

这片山谷向绘满纯白新羽、如白鸽翩跹的船舟，

悄然掀起了对峙的风波。

你的遗韵落向荒漠，根植于冷战晦暗岁月，

于和平绿洲间，舒展盛夏枝叶。

你抬眸望向苍穹，倾尽满心感念，

感念烈焰奔涌中血脉独有的本真；

烈焰一遍遍浸润着岸畔，

岸畔沉溺在蚀骨痛楚的咸涩水波里。

拂晓时分，雨声清冽回响，

滴落的朝露在绵长吻息的氤氲中干涸，

世间万般情愫皆半途搁置，

静待来日再续写未尽篇章。

梦境之中，吻痕依旧浮现，

化作高贵王者翩然舒展的双翼。

而如今的你身在何方？

早已奔赴那场永无停歇的宿命鏖战。

唯有眼眸间的片刻休战，

重逢相望，两两倾心，

许下永恒相守的诺言。

你埋下心底的种子，静待日光寻访，

任凭凛冽晨光穿透枝芽，

静静等候你温热的掌心，

以孩童纯真的一吻镌刻万古澄澈，

封存心底不染尘埃的初心，

纵使这份纯粹，如今仍在尘世历经风霜。