SEEKING
When I seek you and you are
Only cane and water grass,
Water lily, sunny weather
And a delta for my soul,
An archaic fish - my hand
Sliding in the milky waves,
It would like to overrun you
But it's losing in the flow.
When I seek you and you are
Only little river's core,
Missing color in the color
And a mirror in the mirror,
Like a very lovely master
Over waters, over land,
I command in sadly words:
May the river drinking you.
Now I want you but you are
Water grass, aquatic darer.
Copyright ©2004 Andrei Ciolac
MY DARLING
My darling and her hands of flowers
Put out my eyes because sometimes
She wants I cannot see the dawn,
She wants me blind, a little time.
That seems to me to be a night
Full of the whispers, full of sins
Committed in my empty orbits,
With her white nails of raw petals.
My darling and her body of leaves
Fill up my so confused instants
With all the useless dew of night
And ads some drops of chlorophyll.
That seems to me that the whole wood
Was growing foolishly in my eyes
And she, my darling is not guilty
Because I'm shining and I'm blind.
Copyright ©2004 Andrei Ciolac
POACHING
Vainly I plunge impatient my net
Into the distillated water of the night.
It is nobody walking in the waves;
The water is so clear, too much clear.
Seldom, an old fashioned shark reveals,
In the street auction, few red-necked mermaids
On the Fall’s market where the sailormen
Are mainly suffering of sleeplessness.
Into few windows they’re walking through,
Late customers and also sleepy salesmen,
As in a large aquarium the gelatinous fishes
Make lights to flow in the shop windows.
The fishing is not allowed in there.
Outside it is just seasonal allowed,
For my unimportant soul of poacher,
In this unimportant autumn time.
Copyright ©2004 Andrei Ciolac
When I seek you and you are
Only cane and water grass,
Water lily, sunny weather
And a delta for my soul,
An archaic fish - my hand
Sliding in the milky waves,
It would like to overrun you
But it's losing in the flow.
When I seek you and you are
Only little river's core,
Missing color in the color
And a mirror in the mirror,
Like a very lovely master
Over waters, over land,
I command in sadly words:
May the river drinking you.
Now I want you but you are
Water grass, aquatic darer.
Copyright ©2004 Andrei Ciolac
MY DARLING
My darling and her hands of flowers
Put out my eyes because sometimes
She wants I cannot see the dawn,
She wants me blind, a little time.
That seems to me to be a night
Full of the whispers, full of sins
Committed in my empty orbits,
With her white nails of raw petals.
My darling and her body of leaves
Fill up my so confused instants
With all the useless dew of night
And ads some drops of chlorophyll.
That seems to me that the whole wood
Was growing foolishly in my eyes
And she, my darling is not guilty
Because I'm shining and I'm blind.
Copyright ©2004 Andrei Ciolac
POACHING
Vainly I plunge impatient my net
Into the distillated water of the night.
It is nobody walking in the waves;
The water is so clear, too much clear.
Seldom, an old fashioned shark reveals,
In the street auction, few red-necked mermaids
On the Fall’s market where the sailormen
Are mainly suffering of sleeplessness.
Into few windows they’re walking through,
Late customers and also sleepy salesmen,
As in a large aquarium the gelatinous fishes
Make lights to flow in the shop windows.
The fishing is not allowed in there.
Outside it is just seasonal allowed,
For my unimportant soul of poacher,
In this unimportant autumn time.
Copyright ©2004 Andrei Ciolac
