I wrote this back in 2018 and still don’t know who it’s for.
“A Soul of Sky and Stars”
What need have I to outshine any star?
I am the night itself, a tapestry
Of lights more piercing for their frame of dark
Than any ray from simple sun could be.
Chiaroscuro love is not for all;
The constellation of my body needs
To be explored by one who is enthralled
Not just by stars, but emptiness between.
So come, oh, come, thou spacefaring stranger,
Thou dauntless wanderer in search of joy
Who looks upon the night as wild pleasure.
So come and seek me, if you dare deploy.
Inside my heart a galaxy resides.
Consider this before you enter here:
If once you chart and love this foreign sky
Could you, in truth, return to who you were?
~Elena Nola
Destiny
What is that you're holding? He asked as her fingers Covered silver charm My fate, she said, with irony A map I cannot read But nonetheless must follow -Elena Nola
From Time
PERFUME NO. 28, NARCISO RODRIGUEZ FOR HER (EDT)
From time to time I like to skip ahead Into a life I don't yet live Like picking up my journal And reading pages bare of ink Within the blankness there is everything All possibilities contained therein The things will be, the things that won't The paths that I can't even see Time is, by nature, nonlinear Our form is all the limits us To clarity of hindsight Some day a man will burn for me Musk and flowers stoke the flames I'll wear this then, to feed his fire Today, to free myself from time -Elena Nola
Sonnet for an unnameable emotion
Far easier to say what it is not! It is not fear, nor apprehension bleak; Anxiety is likewise term unsought; Too negative those words all sound to speak. Pain fills the gap between what is and what Is wanted. I am open, free of need, Held unattached to any outcome but Still hopeful for the sprouting of the seed. If staring at the edge of the unknown Is standing on a cliff debating depth, Uncertainty of fate I hold alone As company to take that plunging step. I feel as though I'm screaming without breath, Embracing change as life, and stasis, death. -Elena Nola
Elena Nola, Poet 