I’ll bake tonight a rounded cake
to celebrate the wish I make
I’ll lit my candles with the Moon
and let them glow in nightly gloom.
I wish myself a better year,
to feel and see what I can’t hear,
and as a snake sheds its own skin
I’d like to shed my old chagrin.
In darkened room a mirror stays,
in candlelight I catch a gaze
from mirror staring straight at me.
One moment thought: who could that be?
The candles shiver as I do,
She looks at me as if she knew
something I did not. Who is she?
From mirror comes another me.
A girl with dark wide opened eyes,
she’s silent without any smiles.
She’s watching from another time,
she hears and sees a silenced chime.
I look into the mirror’s will
another me its waves reveal.
All other me that through time strives
to help me learn my other lives.
I make a wish and write it on
a piece of paper which anon
I fold in half and light in fire,
and let it burn my heart’s desire.
Candles like not to be blown out.
Wet fingertips or with my clout
I kill their flame. I’m born again.
With all my stars I drink champagne.
Maria Magdalena Biela
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This is she, watching
Her portrait as she used to be,
In the moment between
Her gaze and the mirror
This is she, knowing
Me across that distant night,
Upon those paths of light
That traverse she and I
This is she, Magda
Mastered fingers spinning spheres,
sending harmonies to ears
Inside, beneath these stones
This is she, list’ning
To silent phonemes brimming sounds
Of loves and mysteries found
Between these hearts of ours
This is she, fash’ning,
With tempo, style and tone,
Matter, meaning in the tome
A life is in its living
This is she, lena,
In the garden that we share
Our words ballet ‘pon the air,
And tests of time endure
Happy Birthday, Magdalena
This is the most treasured birthday present I have ever received. Thank you, Garnet, for everything you mean to me!