I searched long for You
In the infinite fields
Of Being
I followed the myth
Of your laughter
I composed
What I thought
Was the heart
Of Your Song
I kept my ear
Close
To the coming
Of any wind
That might reveal
The stealth
Of your sudden approach
But as I wandered
A life spent
In the concept
Of a closed flower
I found no
Blossoms
Of the hour
No radiance
Nor power
To entrance
And redeem
A lost pilgrimage
Under the hard glare
Of Seeming
To become was
Impossible
To be
Merely
The serpent’s kiss
Awaiting in the wide unreachable meadows
For the errant arrival
Of my ignorant feet
Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program
