* * *

only the bell

still rings hoarsely

over the fallen

tower

 

old walls forgotten instant

the emptiness

of the market of memories

 

* * *

when the words fade away

in the untouched water

steam of gold

fresh scents

on the athanor

 

snow

in the twilight

like a sign

an urge to go

 

beyond the great passage

 

the flight

 

* * *

under an alien and empty sky

the incomprehensible play of butterflies

awakened from drowsiness

like a flood of colours

 

into the grey of the instant

 

ephemeral whirlwind  to an untouched horizon

 

only the song of the daring one

far in the echo

lost trace

strange silence

 

* * *

on the way

to the steps

of light

 

under the mantle of ash

the soul wishes the heights

 

over the stretch of purple

a voice hits the sandglasses

bell in time

 

(one can see far away)

 

a quiet angel

the flight

 

* * *

only the plays of the mind unveil

the fairy scene of the frozen fire

in the very heart of the ether

 

the heavy body of clay

fills the time’s sandglasses

 

and the angel the angel

 

* * *

when airy visions open

like nameless flowers in the athanor

gilding a dream of power

 

when the fire flames greedily lick

the seed of becoming

the breath of the stranger healing

lifts the word

the matrix of piercing

 

beyond the threshold

the soul lighting the way

 

* * *

the sea

 

always impatient

idly dissipates

the light

 

the endless multitude

of eyes

 

deep endless

 

stirring  the smell of salt

the waves dash against the shores

 

slowly chisel

my face of stone

 

* * *

I look in the mirror

that keeps your face

 

our faces burn in blue ─

frozen time

whirling overflowing

 

words are not heard

 

mute

in waiting

 

the glass

English version: Olimpia IACOB & Jim KACIAN