Poezii

Nicolae Sirius The Green Angel You simply cannot. Once you have come out on the road You cannot return. You cannot sleep either; Sometimes it dazzles with colour. In the west perhaps It sits, while you spy it from the east. Your ear picks a note Often before the sound Reaches your hearing. You can hear, For example, the depth of depths resounding >From nowhere, returning to no place, Though you can sense it running through The tangled web of the senses. You cannot, quite simply; it is no longer Possible. Once you are out on the road Best return to the sleep of closed lids. You are smelling a blossom, and laughing; Discovering at the edge of the far-away river meadows Or forests hushed up in silence. A place to sleep, to love, to tell stories: But you cannot return to where you once started -- Poetry page