Poezii

Mihai Eminescu To the star The radiance from that new-born star Will take many thousands of years To travel a path that comes so far To finally reach our eyes. Perhaps it died while on its way Through infinite blue space, Yet only now does its light stray To shine upon your face. Slowly climbing the dark skies Is the dead star's icon: Invisible when it did exist, Today, we see an illusion. And so it is when passion's fled Lost in the depths of night, The light of our love, now dead, Still haunts us in its flight. Poetry page