I Found You
I found you in a rustling of wings,
gentle flight of the great chariot
in a desert of snow,
in a frolicking of saunter children .
in a cry of live,
in a clarification of longing,
among the stones.
no hands,
no legs ... only the soul
wrapped in a
tree bark.
you ever thought I would get lost
through sunrises and sunsets
and well would be
to find my north from the heart.
my eyes bathed in blessed wonders
to move
to you.
(translated by Alina Bumbac)
Copyright © Anisoara Iordache | Year Posted 2013
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