Dan Enache Poet Free verse

The Return of the Prodigal Poet

The Return of the Prodigal Poet

When the crystal bell rang I entered the classroom of dreams,
they sat in their desks like wax statues breathing slowly,
the rest had vanished into the fog of time they looked at me like an apparition,
they inscribed me with moon ink in the magic catalog of absences.

What are you staring at I said in my voice that trembled slightly,
I was absent traveling through worlds I will remain here floating,
I was in the north where the sky danced in vivid multicolored auroras,
then in the south I plunged into a forest of white perfumed jasmine.

Like a silk sheet I floated freely in the arms of warm wind,
I even have the glowing photograph with a girl on the golden sand beach,
I was valedictorian lighting up the room with diplomas of silver stars,
what do I do now with the absences floating like petals in the air.

They looked at me with a sweet sadness like the bitter honey of autumn,
they didn't utter a word but their eyes spoke in profound silence,
you would have said their hearts were bleeding for me the lost one,
I answered them in thought to the strangers imprisoned in their wax routine.

Then the Examiner entered wrapped in a violet shadow cloak,
he carried on his shoulder a lead swallow singing metal melodies,
oh if you knew what he whispered in my ear with a black velvet voice,
the secret that changes destinies and opens the gates of hidden worlds.

I was a spendthrift of dreams and colors through nameless and mapless lands,
valedictorian in the academy of life where I learned the language of stars,
returning home to the classroom that awaited me like a forgotten hive,
where old souls welcomed me into their circle of pale light.

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