Nicolae TOMOZEIU

Clouds playfully shake them empty
Keeping us behind the window
In the rain, without liking it, runs
A thought from the book I was reading

I see him wandering in the rain
Through immeasurably tall grasses
Wandering through deep forests
Selvedged with wildish roses.

In the eve he falls asleep under a pine
Dreaming of lighted candles,
Even if heavy drops still falling
From the sky full of fading stars

Lightning, desperate signs
Keeps sending me from time to time
To call at home, even if it’s night
My truly stubborn thought.

“Gather your thoughts around you
And lock them in your book
If you want to save yourself;
And write down everything you collect. "

That's how entices me from the clouds
A blond lightning in the heavy rain
And, I waited like so many times
My rebellious thought to come at home.

Suddenly the thunderbolt flashes
An unpaired towering pine-tree…
A thought comes out from flaming twigs
Burned hard on an older wound.

And he comes home by a detour
Because the right path is out of reach.
My thoughts are sad, humiliated,
Coming hand in hand to my mind.

Flowing on the window, big drops,
Blur more and more my sights -
I look at myself with glasses
Of thoughts burned on a summer eve.

And the pine burns in a smoldering fire
With crackles of branches in the rain
I look asleep behind the window
Although, streams run through my mind

Thoughts.

3 August 2020, Helmond