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


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