A PASSIONATE WOMAN

(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 ©