To My Cat Ophelia

You
Sparkle of spirit
Over oceans of light
In the cosmos we are an echo
In the mist I breathe
Drops of your presence
Diamonds on my soul's petals
Which are open to take you in
But when you are not here
Your ice
Is a knife in my heart

From the Dream Lake
In light whispers we lift
Like two flows of the same mist
Joined in invisible tears
Without you
Pain like ice on river
Grabs in a icy grip my chest
The star light does not shiver any longer
It hurts with its beauty
My eyes
As dry as sand

by Francesca Doria

(published in Agenda dei Poeti 2007) translation

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