Poezii

Nicolae Sirius Concealment in self Deeply within we lie hidden You do not know me any longer I do not laugh with you anymore. The dream, like a walled house, Blackened by time, Still stands in a pose of expectation. We look through a hatch in the wind; And rain and snow seem blue, The sea a piece of lace Thrown as a sequin over the grave. But no word in the wind No echo from bygone days. A tongue of fire spits against the shore And the sun is dancing But without any echo in the land. Deeply concealed we lie in ourselves; You cannot see me now And I have lost all my feeling for you. Poetry page