luni, 16 iulie 2012

În depărtare

Neauzite,
   secundele trec.
Cu fiecare
      pală de vânt,
         respiraţie,
           suspin
te pierd.

Undeva, se naşte o stea,
Lângă mine,
       în mine, scânteile
                    devin palide, reci,
de nisip.
Tic-tac, trec uşor, cu paşi
                                    fini
lăsând urme mici pe 
                         inima mea.


7 iulie 2012


In the Distance

Unheard,
   the seconds slip away.
With each
   gust of wind,
      breath,
       sigh,
I am losing you.

Somewhere, a star is born,
Near me,
   in me, the sparks
                     become pale, cold,
as if made of sand.
Tick-tock, they softly pass by, with 
    delicate steps,
leaving tiny marks on
                           my heart.

July 7th, 2012



It Happened Aeons Ago, Yesterday

When the night is young
I think of you.
    I remember
Your kisses 
               cutting
                         so deep
Your smile, hiding depths
      of treason.
Our time together
        a long, slow
                  agonizing lie.

16 iulie 2012