A Summer Waits Beyond My Rusty Gate

A Summer Waits Beyond My Rusty Gate

written by: Simona Prilogan

A summer waits beyond my rusty gate,
And still I guard the tiny flame you gave.
Through dusk and thorn, I choose to trust in fate.

The sky bears colours sorrow can’t translate,
Yet hope keeps rising like a vow to save.
A summer waits beyond my rusty gate.

I walk where memory kneels under its weight,
Where tides of silence echo what I crave.
Through dusk and thorn, I choose to trust in fate.

Your name is stitched in light upon my state,
A secret warmth no winter wind can wave.
A summer waits beyond my rusty gate.

Though pain may carve its script to demonstrate
How love persists in every scar it paves,
Through dusk and thorn, I choose to trust in fate.

I let the maths of hope recalibrate
Unseen equations of a heart still brave.
A summer waits beyond my rusty gate.
Through dusk and thorn, I choose to trust in fate.

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Simona Prilogan

SEPTEMBER 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

A radiographer by day, and a storyteller by night, Simona is proud to have published two poetry collections: ‘Daydreams among chestnut trees’ (2021, Bucharest, Siono) and ‘Carving Magic’ (2023, London, Austin Macauley Publishers), along with several collaborations on collective anthologies.

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