“Grey Dawn” – Tonight

“Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history” – Plato

I am happy to be part of  Grey Dawn”, a new poetry anthology from All Poetry.

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Tonight I’ll write  to you on sand
And wait for the wind to arrive
While counting the stars to the end
Of what I was used to strive.

Tonight I will sing with the moon
When both we will look for the light
And catching  the sadness too soon
Just running for nothing through night.

Tonight I will miss all my space
Once more as I did it before.
While tears wash the hope from my face
I’m dancing with  silence to shore.

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Today

 

 

Today I am coming to edge, 

And peacefully   writing in stars 

How love  has found me and pledge 

The healing is touching my scars. 

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Today I embrace all my dreams

And dance them on ways to the peaks.

While smile to the challenge and deem

The Light  will always spark on my streets. 

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Today I am touching the cry

And turn it to smiles on my hope. 

Beside of my burden while try

To feign into pieces of gold.  

 

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Deepest dream

Solace
Behind of smiling flowers, behind of lights of stars
I saw on other worldliness the bridge up to my peace.
I’m still behind of shadows and write in other books
A long poem to Life while dancing with my tears.
While running in the darkness in winter’s nights to reach
The whole embrace of mornings and giving up the scream
Of all the painful hours, still looking to my bridge,
I dare myself, while singing and live the deepest    dream!
While heavy rain is falling in all my winter days,
While singing with a faker which just broke out my faith,
I dare myself to walk through hope’s and mornings rays
Ahead of lately hours, to catch the dream onset.
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My only solace

My only solace are my tales
That wind brought to me in my dreams.
It drew pretty smiles on my face
And dug it so deep through the means.
My only solace are my tales
Which call me to reach on the night
The beauty of stars, the rhythm of the dance
Of angels while singing behind of the sight.
My only solace are my tales
That asked me embracing the light.
While faith overcoming the power of fake
Regard me on mornings and hug me so tight.
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White

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The roses taught me how could beauty
In orange sky of Summer dive.
The Sun when dancing through green places
All blue the dreams keep me alive.
While indigo makes cool my way
I’ve burnt the hope in purple pieces.
From all I took the sense of day
To lead the Light to my soul wishes.
And if the world could be one hour
Only a color in my sight,
Would be The White, would be The Power
Of One, or Light, or Good, or Right.
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The square of my time

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I’m walking embraced by thoughts
Which call all the light through the sky.
I’m praying behind of my nights
When nothing goes on in my try.
I’m writing long letters to God
To bring piece of light on my heart.
While walking embracing the mind
Alone on the square of my time.
Still knocking to doors with no answer
It’s getting too cold on my way.
While Winter became a wild dancer
I’m waiting for Light on my pray.
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Seeking my own

Empty-headed I was running
hungry to catch the morning rays,
empowering my sight and tuning
I’m on my innocence’s ways.

 

I took the hint of flowers smiles,
of shadow lights on evening hour.
I watched  the moon behind of eyes
of inner mind on darkness power.

 

I laughed while dancing  with the Sun,
I washed the tears in rain, alone.
Today more empty-handed than
Before, I’m still seeking  my own

 

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Smile

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In thousands miles of thoughts I’ve walked
To meet the joy, the laugh, the cry
To reach the sense of world. But why
All definitions kept me blocked?
In thousands miles of dreams I’ve burnt
In rumble, silence of my heart
To reach the peace, to find my grant,
On my own way, on my own sand.
The deepest  sense of life still looking
To eyes of wondering, grave, wee,
It taught  in  time The Smile is Me,
The answer of my walk and dreaming.
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Mâna visului

Vreau a iubi îmbrăţişând
Lumina-n miile de fete,
Să-mi dărui clipei visul meu
Când a trăi o să mă-nveţe.

 

În jocul lumii să mă pierd
Lucind cu zâmbetul gândirii,
Prin ochiul timpului să-nving
Nimicul din voinţa firii.

 

Sperând mai mult decât iluzii
Mă-nalţ voind pe-un curcubeu;
Dar mă trezesc o jucărie
În mâna visului…doar eu.

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Prezentului meu…

Mi-ai stins amintirile-ntr-o noapte ciudată,
Prea lungă, prea snoabă şi jalnică noapte.
Din ochiul gândirii ai vrut să faci parte
Prezentului meu din clipa uitată.

 

M-ai dus legănată sub pomii tăcerii:
Tăcerea ce zace şi doare, dar strigă.
Pe mine un foc nărăvaş mă intrigă:
Trecutul ce arde, viitorul durerii.

 

Nu ştiu cum s-adun, să împart, să îmbin
Iubirea, durerea,în ochiul mirării.
Când vremea mă pierde în cumpăna zării
Nu ştiu să răspund: să zâmbesc, să suspin.

 

Mi-ai spus că-n iluzii a trăi nu se poate,
Dar ce pot să văd în clipa cea dată?
Mi-ai stins amintirile-ntr-o noapte ciudată,
Prea lungă, prea snoabă şi jalnică noapte…

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