Galgalim

radacini nesfarsite
sorb suflete
coroana de raze inflorind

Ungrowth

Just kindle with water,
let bathe in the sun,
and witness infinity
shrink back down to One!

Lightstruck

A million suns, a million moons
I've set and risen with my sight,
But ever when I glimpse at you,
I'm spellbound by your holy light!

In blackest hole, in dead of night
I'm drowning in a sleeping stew,
But ever when I dream of you,
I pulsate with your fragrant light!

The sense of wrong, the feel of right
I've numbed to gain my hollow might,
If not too late I pray to you,
Restore my heart and gift me flight!

Astral Projection

...unnumbered years,
countless tears,
of fire,
from the blue I've shed,
it pains my ear,
hate to hear,
still screeching in your anguished head,
like a puncture,
like a needle,
dripping all of life away,
to everlasting pool of silence,
devoid of will and things to say,
where 'you' and 'me' are distant objects,
and 'certainly' is less than 'may',
but more than all,
I find you dear,
your cursing,
lovelier than songs that pray,
bound by your smirk,
I am forever,
seeking a lost smile,
I shall not sway,
to warm your bed,
with gift of passion,
transmute the darkness into day,
defy the dead,
and squelch their calling,
ignite their clutches from my way,
with living hope of your arrival,
at place where sentiment and flesh is wed,
the shrine where fifty-two times seven,
you send me bleeding back to heaven,
with bitter heart of freezing red,
a metastatic poisoned tear,
so should you fear when I'm here,
or greater when my flame has fled?

Slava

moartea pare c-a pierdut
coasa ei nu nimerește
în adâncuri încolțește
dragostea de început

ochiul din înalt clipește
de lumină ca orbit
timpul zace în sfârșit
umbra-n cerc nu mai rotește

infinitu-i ghemuit
într-un punct ca în mormânt
linia spatele și-a frânt
orizontu-i depășit

din lectica lui de vânt
zmeul locul îl cedează
apele se-nflăcărează
de rușine-s în pământ

pasărea nu intonează
cântă numai asculând
mintea-i pură, fără gând
toat-averea o donează

și cuvântu-i rupt de rând
sens nu simte c-a avut
mitul zace desfăcut
pe secretul fost plângând