Perception
Conception
Deception

Rounded by salt and
Water rolling from
Tide to tide

Inviolate cipher of
All time
Fallen from molten skies

At the beginning

Holding all
Within your elliptical
Mystical mound
Of stone

Lake view from
Beech canopy.

Legs, arms, enwrap
Broad trunk and
Ascend unlike any bird since
Dodo.

Sun through beaten
Coppered leaf-set.

Fair Day
With tall grass,
Bedded moss beneath

My seat of rooted
Contemplation

She was set to wander
Born to learn
Over many
Lifetimes
Reinventing
Anew
You know?
Like the Highlander
Only this being true
Once Sumerian
Now suburbanite
Holds the knowledge
Of all
She thinks she'll
Get off of this planet
A bit before
The fall.

At some point soon I will lose my eyesight
so I am getting ready
Every day
I try to remember your smile
which will soon be my only light

by Ionut Calota, translated by Lidia Vianu