(inspired by Dali’s painting Portrait d'une femme passionate – 1935)
Her hands still frozen in the shadow
Of far away unfulfilled dreams…
Illusions dwelling on the fears
That always, always stopped her leaps...
Is it too late to reconcile
The lies she chose as her foundation?
Is she a prisoner for life
In torture chambers of her own frustration?
What would it take to tear off these chains
And rise tall from this deadly separation?...
A choice to bring together these two hands
Into a loving prayer
What a revelation!...
Mihaela Ulieru © February 5, 2003 (Sicilly)
Another version of A Passionate Woman (By my Soulmate Bob Dolci)
Her hands reached out from the other side
From the place without time or form
There was no one waiting for her on the dark side
There never is.
She left no one behind
She was alone before she died
She is more alone now
She existed without love in the physical world
The virus corrupted the essence of her being
It wasn’t her fault, it just happened
She’s afraid; she knows not why
She wants to return to the living, it’s not to be
The virus will be removed
Her energy will be dispersed
Bob Dolci ©