Colivie din oase

                   mi-am încarcerat inima 
        într-o colivie din oase
        pe care o acopăr 
        cu pătura nopții
        dar ea
        nu are astâmpăr
        vede 
        simte 
        cântă
        inima mea 
        acum este un porumbel
        care-și caută zborul
        spre pieptul tău spin




                       Georgiana Apostol

Iarna

                 

              




        E iarnă
        Și-nfloresc castanii,
        Pe cărarea vechilor iubiri,
        Incendii de ninsoare
        Stârnesc în promoroacă
        Cleștare de amintiri.




              ***



                    De privești în depărtare
        Orașele în zare-s ninse
        Prin deluviul de ninsoare
        Abia zărești lumini aprinse.

        Mii de fulgi cu disperare,
        Spre pământ plutesc ușor,
        Ciocnindu-se la întâmplare
        Cu dragoste și cu fior.

        Voioasă și jucăușă,
        De sub blana de zăpadă,
        Se arată o brândușă
        S-o admire codrul toată.

        Luna cea înfrigurată,
        O privește temătoare,
        Căci brândușa-i amuzată
        De natura visătoare.

        Vântul parcă e turbat
        Și izbește într-o clipă,
        Zborul norului crispat
        Ce se pierde în derivă.

        Fumul se înalță în zare,
        Dintr-un horn cam schilodit,
        Ceața crește tot mai mare
        Peste orașul amorțit.

        Fără foșnet se răsfiră,
        Norul palid sclipitor,
        Iară codrul se tot miră
        Cum de bradul e actor.

        




                  Georgiana Apostol
        

Letters for your soul 3

                           ''Open your life wide, and take me in forever. I will never be tired- I will never be noisy when  you want to be still...nobody else will see me, but you- but that is enough- I shall not want any more'' - Emily Dickinson



           Sunlight fills up my heart as it pours in through the windows...I know that the warmth that I feel deep within is due to the presence of your love in my life.
           We have seen our shares of ups and downs and it has made us strongers...Your love made me realize that there is nothing in the world that we cannot together achieve.
                           They say as long as at least one person cares for you, life isn't a waste. So when things go terribly wrong, and you feel like giving up, please remember you've still got me.

            I'll pick you up when you're down. When no one is around, I'll be there. 


                  


                      Georgiana Apostol

Letters for your soul 2

                 ''What cannot letters inspire? They have souls, they can speack; they have in them all that force which express the transports of the heart...'' - Heloise




       Love is a frightening thing; it entail laying your heart on a cutting board, handing someone a knife, yet trusting that they won't
use it. Giving my love to you means giving you the power to hurt me more than anyone can or has ever had the ability to. It is then expected- no, required- that if you accept this love of mine, you understand these things.
                You must summon the courage to assume the responsability of the precious gift you now hold. But somehow it seems incorrect to call my love a gift- you have earned every loving though, every kind word, every carring gesture.




                     Georgiana Apostol

Letters for your soul 1

              ''You are the cure and the disease
              The vice I still need
              Casting the break in my bones.
              You're life that's worth living
              The hurt and forgiving
              You're  Jesus to the demons you've bored in my head''





     The moment I looked into your eyes I knew that I was lost and that I will never be the same again.
     There has never been a day when I haven't thought of you and not a day when I haven't woken up with a smile on my face. Your love has the power to banish all the moody blues and gloom that a tough day can bring. Your love makes all my troubles fade into dust and I know that loving you is perhaps the best thing could have happened to me.
            When I miss you I close my eyes and I feel your arms around me, your breath on my lips, your heartbeat pounding against my chest...
      The word that comes to my mind is bliss. But the pleasure of the memory is short lived. It is now replaced by a dull ache; a beacon leading me to you, telling me the time we spend together it is never enough...




                      Georgiana Apostol