When it's dark, through the dense wood
The lost solitary *****
Makes his way, covered by hood,
In his hand with a bright lamp.

When the ship sails late at night
And by compass is betrayed,
Stormy waves having to fight,
By the beacon will be saved.

At the young age is the same
Those who want to see you thrive,
For yourself to make a name,
Guide you closely, teach you, strive.

On the other hand, it's true
Others also, day by day,
From afar they guide you through
Not to get lost on your way.

I shall leave, don't ask me why,
Even though my heart will break
I just want to say goodbye
And in peace my path to take.

Do not try to stop me now
I'm not doing something odd,
But I feel I'm pushed somehow
By the fate ordained by God.

Why to bother, to get mad
And to cry with bitter tears?
I know that you think I'm bad
For I'll be away for years.

But until we'll be some day
Old and burdened by the past,
Despite ruin and decay
Our memories will last.

And in other life, my dear,
Who knows, maybe I shall grieve
When you tell me loud and clear
That it is your turn to leave.

You were made from light, in glory,
Not from Adam's rib, my dear,
Like in the fantastic story
That in churches we do hear.

You have always been appealing
From the moment you arose
Because Eve means life and feeling
And this everybody knows.

You're a pillar of creation,
All this world with you began,
And a goddess of salvation,
And the other half of man.

In your absence, man would suffer,
He would matter not at all,
Wouldn't sin and would be tougher,
But his soul would be so small...

Deep hidden in a forest thick and wide
A tiny spider had begun to knit
Its lovely web, feeling so full of pride,
To catch from time to time a fly in it.

When it was done, it thought it did its best,
But afterwards, so tired it became
That felt the need to find the blessed rest
And in its web it huddled without shame.

Next day a squirrel looking for romance,
Who jumped on a green bow with skill and art
Hit with its long and bushy tail by chance
The fine, thin web and tore it all apart.

Watching the trouble helpless and resigned,
Instead of making a great fuss in vain,
The spider, because it is so designed,
Began to weave the fine web once again.

And all day long it worked with might and main
Because it hated to give up and sigh
And if it happened to be torn again
It would repair it without any cry.

Summertime. The sun is burning
Birds are chasing worms and flies
In my chest the heart is yearning
When I look into your eyes.

The blue sea is clear and friendly,
Like the cloudless sky above,
By the hand I hold you gently
Being glad and full of love.

And my blood is flowing wildly
When I touch your rounded hips
The cool breeze is blowing mildly
And I kiss your sweet, red lips.

In the sun, heat is oppressive
I am like a burning coal,
But I think the most impressive
Is that you ignite my soul.

And it is beyond suspicion
In this landscape so divine
You are not an apparition
For your body's close to mine.

Night is falling uninvited
Stars are twinkling, bright and free,
And I'm feeling so excited
When you say you're loving me.

Our souls are now united
Full of sensuality
And we're waiting thrilled, excited
To touch the eternity.

On this Earth – our lovely planet –
Which spins quickly and is strong
One can tell that there is something
Obviously going wrong.

Too much evil, too much malice
People have become so mean,
Have forgotten about virtue,
Their soul is small, unclean.

If we went to Mars, I wonder,
Or to our moon, some day,
Could we make a world much better
Than the one we have today?

Or would be far more exciting
To jump like a graceful deer
In a parallel dimension
Through a wormhole, without fear?

But we'll miss the Earth so badly,
Or at least so I believe,
Because here we still are able
Like in Paradise to live.

Your eyes are limpid, as it is the lake
When breeze is gentle and it doesn't shake
And they are as profound as the blue sea
Far in the distance, where the ships feel free.

Your eyes are peaceful, as a lamb asleep
When is surrounded by the flock of sheep
And they are like two gems, precious and bright
And your sweet laughter fills them with delight.

Your eyes are brown like all the bears that roam
In the Carpathian woods, their lovely home,
But they are finer than they use to be
When deep within they mirror only me.

I watch the eyes, so vivid long ago
When they were filled with gentleness and bliss,
The smiling mouth, with its enchanting glow,
Which spread the love around with just one kiss.

I see the face that once was nice and cool,
Which I admired always with delight,
The dark, long hair, as soft as a black wool,
Which after many years has become white.  

I watch the hands that used to have fine skin,
Which tended me with love and which were bold,
I hate to see them bony, weak and thin,
Unfortunate and rigid and so cold.

I wish that God were merciful today,
To think about my mom and about me,
And with five years of life to let me pay
To see her once again as used to be.

Lazily, the sun is falling
Down behind a mountain range,
Evening sneakily is crawling
And is cooler for a change.

Now, the beach is empty, weary,
Only you and I are here
We are talking, feeling cheery,
And our laugh is loud and clear.

The blue stars from outer spaces
Will be rising very soon,
Our nice and happy faces
Will be lighted by the moon.

On our backs now we are lying
And are watching with delight
How two shooting stars are dying
Turning into streaks of light.

With our bodies gently shaking
Thrilled by their impressive dive
Each of us a wish is making –
Has yours ever come alive?

You do something that fulfills you
Every day you come to school
And you teach with so much passion
And with kindness, as a rule.

When you see that your dear pupils
Take good marks, then you exult,
But you're sad to know that others
Do not have a good result.

And the time flows like a river
With all kinds of demonstrations
And you count your age with pleasure,
Not in years... in generations.

Now, you deem that maybe many
Criticized you, thinking small,
But one thing is clear, for certain,
It is you who taught them all.

Seven notes, like seven lords,
Sometimes written on a stave,
Come out of the vocal chords
And flow like a charming wave.

Seven notes that cheer us all
When we listen them aloud
In the air will rise and fall
Always gathered in crowd.

Seven sounds, so sweet and nice,
Tickle gently our ears,
For our lives they're the best spice
And they don't have any peers.

Each of them shines like a star,
And they say, or so it seems,
Our value is by far
Greater when we work in teams.

An eagle, flying high above a peak,
Was looking to the ground with much conceit,
He had brown feathers and a steel-like beak,
As well as sharp, long talons at his feet.

He was august, a king without a crown,
But having two impressive shining wings,
A bird who felt reluctant to come down
Into this realm of bad and ugly things.

A crow was croaking with a greedy look
As if a flame was burning in her blood
And from a tree flew down and proudly took
A loaf of bread half covered with black mud.

A man, who was not very far away
Said to himself, while watching that free show:
– It's better to be eagle for one day
Than for a lifetime to remain a crow.

The music starts descending from the ceiling
I stretch my hand inviting you to dance
You stretch yours, too, and you are so appealing
That right away I'm falling in a trance.

I hold you tight and see your eyes are glowing
I touch you gently and you understand...
My heart is pounding, time is swiftly flowing
I wish we stayed like this for years on end.

And all the people seem to have departed
There's only you and me on the dance floor
I've stepped on your small foot, but you're kind-hearted
And smile at me as nicely as before.

I look at you and see you are on fire
Your breath is like the summer scented air,
We're dancing cheek to cheek, with much desire,
My heart is happy and your face is fair.

It's like a dream, your lovely body answers
When I caress your shoulders in my trance
And therefore we have disappeared as dancers
Because we've melted in this graceful dance.

We are making too much fuss
We've forgotten how to smile
Every day we work, discuss,
Being ruthless, being vile...

We are greedy all the time
Without money we feel odd
And by thinking we're sublime
We have lost the faith in God.

For the Nature, we don't strive
Thinking that she's our right,
And if we get rich and thrive
We shall boast with all our might.

But as humans, we are cheap
And can see those who have eyes
That in graveyards lie and sleep
Thousands of important guys.

Maybe you're not a king that has been crowned
Maybe you're not a sage, but a poor lad
Yet, my dear man, if you were not around
The world would be so wretched and so sad.

Maybe you're not as graceful as a swan
Maybe you're not an artist so unique
Yet, lady, if you didn't laugh at dawn
The world would be so cheerless and so bleak.

Maybe you're not as restless as a child
Maybe you're not so full of energy
But without you, my friends, the Earth were wild
And the whole world would live in lethargy.

Listen, my love, to the rain falling free
Come closer, this night is for you and for me
Don't tell a thing, only give me your touch
This is a time when I need you so much...

My heart is down and is weeping like rain
I'd like to sleep, yet my mind is in pain
I had a nightmare, so nasty and gray,
That autumn had come and you went away.

So, help me forget the dream that I had
Your youthful body can make me feel glad
Give me to sip the sweet love from the cup
If I get drunk I'll forget the break up.

Kiss me, be tender, caress my sad eyes
Then warm my poor heart and make it to rise,
But you are not moving, the silence is deep
I turn and I see you have fallen asleep.

Love is wondrous when it's true
It can light your heart's desire
And if someday dies the fire
Memories will stay with you.

Memories are so profound,
And so faithful, there's no doubt,
But if they will be wiped out
Happiness will stick around.

Happiness is good, fertile
It does not depend on love
Or the memories thereof,
But of things that make you smile.

Flames are dancing in the fireplace
In the cabin only we are present
My heart's beating at a faster pace
And the bed is soft and very pleasant.

Night is falling, probably too soon,
Snow has stopped, at least I have this feeling,
I can hardly see the crescent moon
Through the steamy window near the ceiling.

In the room, the magic is divine
We are silent, but I touch your shoulder
And I kiss you, thinking you are mine,
Even though you're young and I am older.

You are huddling gently on my chest
Then I feel the warmth of your embraces
In the end we stop to sleep and rest -
Only God can see our happy faces.

I want badly to get far
Like John Milton, Allan Poe...
To be cherished like a star,
To outshine the crowd below,

To make rhymes inspired and gay
Full of love, as all demand,
But composed in such a way
That the people understand.

How I wish that those who read
To be filled with ecstasy,
And to get immersed, indeed,
In a world of mystery.

I would like to have much fame
And bronze statues – I can't wait –
So that people will exclaim:
“Gosh, this poet is so great!”

Clouds are crowding, flying high
Storm is raging strong and cruel
Rain is falling from the sky
Like a fool.

Streaks are flashing all around,
Bright and brisk and very stout,
They are rushing to the ground
And die out.

Thunders roar like guns in night
Spitting fires blue and red,
With the village seem to fight,
Which is scared.

Wind is running wild and free
Blowing all the leaves away,
Knocking down a willow tree
In its way.

It is cold, for hills are near
And it's dark like in a tomb
But it's warm and cosy here
In my room.

With loving words, as weightless as the vapour
I'd like to make a poem meant to last
And with my hand, like people from the past,
To write it down with ink and quill on paper.

Then I shall take a book, the most appealing,
The one I know is somewhere on the shelves,
Watching the pale leaves turning by themselves
And getting thus a pleasant tingly feeling.

I'll hide the rhyme between the middle pages
As if it were a jewel, dear, refined,
Made not with tools, but with my subtle mind,
With toil and skill, without rewards or wages.

The years will pass and I shall watch them flying
I shall be old, my face will lose its smile,
But our soul down here is in exile
That's why at my demise I won't be crying.

And maybe someday you will feel like reading,
Because you're bored or cannot sleep at night,
And craving for a world with much more light
You'll take that book, which is the most appealing.

And you will surely find between its pages
The poem hidden without too much fuss
And you'll be glad to read things about us
In this old book that tells about the sages.

Somewhere, back in time, in a world of bliss
I was living carefree, floating in the Light
I had no idea that I'd choose amiss
And I'd be expelled to this world of fight.

But the fate is harsh, ready to attack
And it never asks how you want to live,
It gives all the things, then it takes them back
Pushing you from high into its fine sieve.

It's the divine law, we are tiny sparks
Ruthlessly cast off from the starry sky
We end up in bodies, become lambs or sharks,
And forget the heaven when on Earth we sigh.

But I feel within such a wondrous thing
A desire burning and it is so odd
That it doesn't matter if I am a king
For I long for home, and I long for God.

And I hear a voice talking in my mind
That although on Earth we are mean and fight
If I can love more and be good and kind
One day I'll be able to rejoin the Light.

When the time has passed, leaving joys or scars,
And you'll be like God, always in control,
Flying night and day among shining stars
Look around and search for my lonely soul.

And make sure you take with you all the time,
When you guide your ship, feeling brave and free,
That old-fashioned picture, not at all sublime,
But which proudly shows only you and me.

And when you are sad or the world is fierce
Take it in your hand, watch it, don't be silly!
And with your big eyes drowned in bitter tears
Maybe you'll remember that I loved you dearly.

Yet, I hope you'll come in a sunny day
Back upon the Earth, like a vagrant wave,
So, I'd like to think that you'll find the way
And you'll put a rose on my quiet grave.

Then, before you leave, listen and take heed
For my hot request will raise from the ground:
Run back home, my lad, 'cause you are my seed,
Take care of your mom while I'm not around!

We are on the shore
No one is around
And the breeze is blowing so sublime.
I can't beg for more
Your eyes are profound
And their lashes tremble all the time.

The blue sea is rough
Water drops are splashed
On the waves the ships are jumping high.
I am pleased enough:
The round shells are smashed
Seagulls are now soaring through the sky.

It's a lovely day
Sun is smiling hot
And the air is crystal-clear and blue.
Turtles on their way
Are crawling a lot
On the sand that has a whitish hue.

Suddenly I turn
Touching your hot skin
You are basking in the sun with grace.
I'm starting to burn
Outside and within
Happiness is when I see your face.

The clouds pass in the sky
The way my thoughts fly swiftly all around
The way the moon floats high above the ground
And in the distance die.

The wind blows like a breeze
The way I feel your breath upon my face
The way you give me gently your embrace
At dawn, beneath the trees.

The waves roll wild and free
The way the people can't endure the strife
The way they get prepared for a new life
And in the world they flee.

Time has a downward trend
The way the raindrops fall into the sea
The way the fruit detaches from the tree
And life comes to an end.

You were young and full of life
I was thriving in your eyes,
So I made you a surprise
Asking you to be my wife.

We made love without restraints
And forgot about the world;
How we danced and how we swirled,
Two nice people, two young saints!

And I offered you my love
And you blossomed, I could claim,
For I gave you all my flame
Like the hot sun from above.

Then we climbed a shining ray
Reaching heavens, like two stars,
Passing close to reddish Mars,
Walking through the Milky Way...

            * * *
Now, the young age has gone by,
We have left the starry space,
But our souls, so full of grace,
Have remained up in the sky.

Outside it's raining, I'm in agony
Because it's cold and I can stand no more
And while I'm gazing from my balcony
I feel I'm dead already in my core.

The sidewalks look as if they're cast in lead
The people slowly pass along the gates,
They drag their feet and all appear half-dead,
The wind has frozen solid their traits.

All cars seem ugly, obsolete and gray
A wretched tram slides lazily on rails
The atmosphere is gloomy and decay
Creeps in my room where darkness now prevails.

The day I take the death examination
I'll surely pass it, so don't be naive
To mourn and sigh and try to bring salvation,
You cannot stop me, I'll be forced to leave.

Don't be upset, don't let your face to suffer
Time drifts away and never will return
Keep walking then and in your heart be tougher
Enjoy your life, forget any concern.

Do not shed bitter tears and stop your whining
In vain you cry, you cannot change a thing
People are born and for a while are shining,
But in the end all die – the poor, the king...

And if one day you miss me, please be clever,
Remember that my soul is not remote,
But you won't find it in my books; however,
It dwells within the poems that I wrote.

Foolish flake of snow detached
From a cloud white as a dove
You believe you are unmatched
For you look down from above.

Arrogantly you behold
The poor people – how unfair,
'Cause your heart is icy cold
You are lofty, you don't care.

The light wind turns you around
And sometimes you gently swing;
Floating high above the ground
You are haughty like a king.

I don't know what you have planned
Foolish flake of whitish snow,
But you've fallen on my hand  
And you melted here below.

The years have passed, life was sublime,
Now you are old, I feel like crying;
I look at you and every time
My heart is sad and slowly dying.

You try so hard when I'm around
To chat and smile with happy faces
To comfort me and to surround
My bowed-down neck with warm embraces.

And yet, although you smile and talk,
Your sight grows dim, your arm is rigid,
You are in pain, can hardly walk,
Your bodies are so weak and frigid.

But I pretend not to remark
And tell you jokes to curb my sorrow
My soul is scared, my light is dark –
Will you still be alive tomorrow?

Oh, mother, without you the Earth is not my friend
And on my cheeks flow tears, for I cannot pretend;
Your house is sad and empty, I feel like a John Doe
When nobody replies me, although I say, “Hello!”.

The phone is stern and silent, it doesn't ring at all
How much I'd like you, angel, to give me a short call,
To hear again those words so touching and divine:
“My baby, this is mother, I hope that you are fine”.

And maybe this is only a nightmare or a spell
In which an evil demon has taken me to hell
That's why I am so eager to wake up and to see
The lovely face that always was watching over me.

But time is running quickly and you are not around
Where are your eyes, dear mother, so gentle and profound?
I know they died for good and cannot see and thrive
And I am also dead, although I'm still alive.

Right near the churchyard, which is on the hill,
Where sleep the dearest ones that passed away
With bitter tears in eyes we're standing still
Thinking of them, as we do every day.

Thousands of little stars are twinkling now
The sky is clear, enchanting our eyes,
Up there the angels are prepared to bow
Because tonight Lord Jesus will arise.

A few more steps and we have reached the site
The church is charming and we hear its call
We get inside, although the place is tight
And everything is solemn, stern and small.

Candles are burning brightly all around
The flames are putting us under a spell
My soul is quickly rising from the ground
Hearing that death cannot lead us to hell.

Now, we are going back to grandma's place
Who has prepared red eggs and baked sweet bread
And seeing us she says with cheerful face:
“Christ is alive and never will be dead”.