LA MARGINEA ALBEI VERI
Ca un voal de saruturi mangaietoare
vocea ta mi-a-nvaluit iarasi sufletul
un vis de dimineata, primavara tarzie
Erai din nou calauza mea
artistul meu stralucitor, plin de gratie
iubiti invizibili
Eu – sculptura ta
te dojeneam pentru absenta
dorindu-ti poemele
Vorbeai, vorbeai ca niciodata,
cuvintele curgeau – pura tamaduire
Treaza – dorindu-te din nou,
aceeasi tortura placuta fara de sfarsit,
atat de familiara, atat de monumentala;
daca macar mi-as aminti ce-mi spuneai,
daca macar as mai ramane in caldura ta,
acea dorinta fara de moarte inca este cu mine
incep sa inteleg ca ai devenit
o parte din mine pe veci
ma-ntorc spre somn
doar ca sa te visez din nou si din nou,
doar pentru a intelege mai mult
19 Iunie 2006, SUA
AT THE EDGE OF THE WHITE SUMMER
Like a veil of caressing kisses
your voice wrapped my soul again
a morning dream, late spring
You were my guide again,
my shining artist filled with grace
invisible lovers
I – your sculpture
scolding you for your absence,
longing for your poems
You talked, and talked like never before,
words pouring – pure healing
Awake – yearning for you again
the same pleasant torture, never ending,
so familiar, so monumental
If I could only remember all you were telling me
If I could only remain within that flow, your warmth,
that undying desire still staying with me
I am beginning to understand
you became a part of me forever
I return to sleep only
to dream of you again, and again
just that I would understand more
June 19, 2006, USA