The wind that wandered land in sweep.
My soul emerges from the sea,
Climbing toward eternity.
With steadfast heart, I keep my flight,
Forever bound to heaven’s light.
Aug 1995
Poems created by Dan Petrea in the Romanian language, three decades ago (Nov 1994 - Aug 1995), yet only gifted to me this year; I translated them now, hoping this blog will bring healing; verses for which I unknowingly was the muse, during my innocent youth.
In vain a man still carries on,
When all he loved is dead and gone.
He withers like a lonely tree,
Rooted in a barren sea.
No fruit will come, no leaves remain,
All hope has vanished, lost in pain.
You'll never see his bloom again,
For in his soul, there's no refrain.
No one can bring him back to light,
Or make him whole, restore his fight.
And you, you’ll never turn around,
For such a step would be unsound.
24.01.1995
02:15
20.01.1995
18:05
I am the bird that rose from deep, The wind that wandered land in sweep. My soul emerges from the sea, Climbing toward eternity. With stea...