Imprisonment

Thorns of ice piercing
A rose against the window
Solder of one’s fate

Spin

Pressed between your hands
My heart plays with ideas
An old spinning top

Touch

The island I am
Looks for the sea you’ve become
Touching each other

Confessions

Tell me your dreams
And they’ll become true
In believing

Friendship

Each friend a book
Willing to open
With first pages

Each book a friend
Willing to close
With last pages

Shine

Framed by the snow
An angel’s outline
Glances through night

Forever

Oh forever
Sounds of a long time
More of a wish

Relay

Those left behind
Abound of questions
They’ll leave behind

Alive

What keeps us alive
But a tiny wish named hope
That afar glimmer

Windy

Listen the wind
It has a story
Yet to be told

Roads

One follows the way
Until becomes the whole road
Arriving nowhere

Pendulum

Life is made of
Little kindnesses
Rolling forth-back

Shallow

Hardly wisdom
Scratches the surface
Moonlight halo

Anchoring

One climbs high crests
By putting anchors
For downfalls

Jotunheim

The giants within
Don’t tremble in winter’s frost
Home of midnight sun

Blossoms

Forgotten roses
Still carry blossoms
Deep cut engraftments

Dragline

In spider’s drag
Life is a question
Of belonging

Sides

Through dirty windows
Life projects its own shadows
On different walls

Spotted

Woodpecker sounds
On a full moonlight
Night rumbles

Flight

Emptied teacup
So many moments
Gone with the steams

Traces

A katana
Follows one's steps through
Cuts through silence

Metamorphosis

When a swan’s fear
Melts in suffering
Freedom pervades

Reflections

When do people stop
Looking in each other’s eyes
When does light stop light

Percolation

Like the warm water
Passing between my fingers
Life goes through its paths

Remains

From her presence
An image remained
Fading away

Words

Much talking
Without walking
Life smoking

Teacups

By spilling over
Teacups don't become fuller
Nor minds much smarter

Passing

Words became less
Through the years' passage
Love begot more

Bouquet

Nineteen roses
Glitter through the dark
Springless raindrops

Blinding

Nothing blinds more
Than one’s heart deafness
Pent-up echoes

Fall

White blossoms
In soundless fall
Gone orchid

Touch

My hand on your knee
Searches the ways of your heart
A touchful whisper

Ascultă

Ascultă-mi doru-n ceas de seară
Mult iubită domnișoară,
Cum se prăvale-n curbură,
Și pulsează cu măsură...

Ascultă-mi versul ce dezmiardă
Al tău trup din coardă-n coardă,
În acord mi se măsoară,
Fără simț încet coboară...

Ascultă-mi inima mișcândă
În iubire renăscândă,
De-al tău sân cum se alintă,
Și pulsează-n gol vrăjită...

Ascultă-mi îndelung tăcerea
Prelinsă-n suflet ca mierea,
Gustă-mi cu nesaț iubirea,
Până vine adormirea...

Sprung

Rice seedlings
Sprung from the mud
Richer spring

Threads

So many casts
How life could have been
Past outcasts

Dimming

On my way to bed
Self-melting into the night
A day’s promises

Loverless

How many moons
Roam in heaven’s blue
Loverless

Emptiness

Isn’t the empty bowl
One holds a wonder
No thieves would steal it

Carnival

Costumes showing
Carnival's colors
Drunkards away

Downfall

I worshiped you
My little goddess
Now awaking

Distance

I'd touch your wings
But I might break them
Life from afar

Wisdom

One’s wisdom starts
With grasping the change
Within the self

One’s wisdom ends
With the last blossom
Without fruitage

Give-away

I’d gave you wisdom
But you are too wise for it
So I sent my love

The Watcher

Grandmother’s house
Left under good shield
A grey tomcat

Immortalization

A pike adventured
In thin ice after sprung prey
Lives gone in flashes

The Ice Queen

How pitifully
Her heart remained an ice block
Snowflakes downfall in

Shuffle

Words cross my mind
Like in a puzzle
Life settling in

Unnamed

First snow raising
Shadows of doubt
Setting over

Span

Life is more
Than you'll ever know
Little snowflake

Wintery

The kilt trembles
At snowflakes’ falling
Carnival time

Nostalgia

Feeding remains
Of fugitive loves
Decayed verses

Noise

Trees cracking
In moribund squeaks
Winter echoes

Reception

Returning home
Out of the blue
Hyacinth scent

Colorless

No tea to sip
In morning’s grayness
No moon to grasp

Shivers

Catching blossoms in
Glimpses of shuddered coldness
Dream of red cherries

Relief

Woman’s a sea
And man’s a mountain
Their love rivers

Scars

Who would fall in love
With a mountain with no scars
Of cracks climbers hold

Reflections

A mirror’s fate
The darkest days
Are still to come

Belief

Give man a proof
And he will believe
In fairytales

Distraction

Sweet are the words
That blandish your heart
Swept off the feet

Breaths

Let your roots breath
The depths of being
Up to the sky

Zoom

Quarter moon jammed
Into a warm cloud
Passerby’s whirrs

Habitude

Stalking the door
For a last gesture
Impassible

Sips

Nothing happens
In a cup of tea
Spoonful moonlight

Walls

No walls are higher
Than the fences that aren’t there
Freshly dyed colors

Magic

Mind the magic hat
From which meanings come and go
Keeper with light wand

Home

Through missing bricks
The wind feels homesick
Spiders feel home