The Stonebridge
It was a bridge over my words
and you singing,
It was a time -you were me and i was you
in the spring where the green and blue
melted the dance,
\I was behind the pine tree or inside of the song
and you walked barefoot in my poem
– city taking your eyes form,
your street was the only one under the light.
It was a bridge and the words are gone,
the stones are gone one by one
by the river, by the moon;
\I was behind the side of the water,
\it was too late.
The Sky Named Levi’s
I knew her
dancing barefoot
over the dreams,
\In the morning
singing the blue denim
over the cotton field,
too stretched for a summer.
\The ocean’s blue,
the other every where’s blue
wakes up from the giant night
or from her eyes.
\The azure is never wide to bury the pearls
under her feet,
when she sings
close to the waves.
el canta inchis ,in clopotul verzui,al meduzelor…
candva,departe,in timp,cantaretul scapa COLOGNE,de soareci.
doar marea,se transforma intr-o toamna tarzie…