Sorin Toma BOC

your severe fear is near your ear dark and drear you can hear the puppeteer fixing his gear the cavalier lost his spear hunting a deer as souvenir the atmosphere is unclear but

lying in the grass - resting on a branch the whole universe

secluded in house - old man admiring the moon with eyes closed

the night ahead - on the edges of the road only the snowfall

railway - full moon waiting at the end of the road

mountains of mist - eagles swimming over the horizon

house eaves conceal the sky - crickets in concert

flickering, moonlight fills my dreams, the huge sky radiates insignificantly. a voice is calling me, time is collapsing... i look straight to the face of the rising moon, strings of wavy lights

quenched lamps – universe at rest summoning the dawns

urban birds in the deserted parks - mournings of the autumn

fragrant sun - the quince from window, blonde temptation

crimson sky, blackbirds lingering on boughs - flying, the leaves...

half awake, waiting for dawn - I quench the stars

drown fountains – clouds caressed by wind, pouring ruthlessly

magnificent structures, city in ruins – untold tales

journey to the sky, a storm brewing - silence beneath

the moon looming through whirling clouds - it\'s almost raining

Forsaken soul Broken promises Immortal tears

surviving the battle, a drum beating - home so far away

Backward life Extinct present Reminiscence of you

Deported soul Melting in light, Erased memories...

Escaping the past Time Is my shadow...

Warm petals Of mystic light Emerged from your eyes...

Arising wind breathes Through the folded leaves In a dying tranquility.