beyond you
there is a meadow so green
round
whispered angel wing

the hidden side of me
divulged
to the ripen field of wheat
that breathes
the contour of my soles
taming
my charred despair

the predator tide
feeble
at times

hymning of you

beyond
calls my name in sleep
under the still hot gravestone
of the last passed away
- endless cross
erecting from the heart

...and all that we were left with, darling
the tilted forehead
toward the moon budding on shoulders
forgotten disco nostalgia

the other bitter words
the girl from the dream
please don’t go
and other tearful memories



(Translated by Luminita Suse)