To Love

We’ve fallen before
for echoes wearing human faces,
old wounds dressed up as destiny...
 
When you came, quietly,
something in me did not break
it opened.
The fire you carried
behind glassy eyes,
never meant to be lit,
needing only warmth to remember
it had always been burning!
 
And me?
I did not fall in love with you!
beside you,
I remembered loving
without leaving myself behind...

In Zori

Fara sa stie daca te-a pierdut
sau doar viseaza ca te-ascunzi,
mana te cauta prin asternuturi
ca un orb care-si aminteste
forma luminii.

Dorul nu doarme
cand rasar luceferii,
se pituleste-ntre coaste
si de-acolo geme numele tau,
ca un copil orfan.

Daca dragostea ar avea margini,
te-as prinde-nainte s-apuci
coltul stelelor
si ti-as saruta tampla,
sa uiti ca-ntre noi e o distanta
cat o dorinta fulgeratoare.

Iar daca-ntr-o zi te trezesti
cu mana-ntinsa, cautand intunericul,
adu-ti aminte
forma luminii