I heard a cry in the night,
A thousand miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!

It was your voice I heard,
You waked and loved me so—
I send you back this word,
I know, I know!

Dewdrops on
the meadow
reflect memories
to the roses.
Her sighs painted
the sky of the North
as the church bells
echo in the tall trees*

*,, Oh, Anamaria,
leave your floral meadows.
And watch the reckless
waves trying to escape the sea.
Listen....
They sob for you lover,
his soul lost at sea ,,

Our death is our wedding
With eternity

What you seek
Is
Seeking you

Don't grieve
Anything you
Lose comes
Round in another form

It's your road
And yours alone
Others may walk it with you
But no one can walk it
For you

You have wings
Learn to use them
And fly

Your eyelashes will write on my heart
The poem
That could never come from the pen
Of a poet