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It hurts. Being so close, yet so far away...
not meant to be seen or touched
not meant to desire, love or hate
shattered stone on unwritten marble

no marks of time, just endless space
gaping wounds festering with forgoten feelings
darkness lingering where the light is born
not meant to live, not ready to die

It hurts. Witness through another day
not meant to end, just patched
with fragments from a closing gate
raining upwards. These bleeding skies...

The Wave

had you repeat it in my youth

that silent seas will darken

and clear blue skies will fall

in ashes on a thirsty ground

had you repeat it in my youth

that love and life will hurt

slowly killing dreams-

bloodied white feathers

in a pagan sacrifice

had you repeat it in my youth

with fingers strumming a guitar

the words we forget to say

so often we forget to say

had you repeat it in my youth

that death will part our ways one day

I'd silence my heart for echoes

chasing the seconds we've lost.

Unknown Cenotaph

There is no light still shining
on winter's cloak of white
on fields of stars erased by time
there is no guiding light


Once pure in dreams belated
there's nothing left inside
long claws have ripped apart
the child that dreamt of white


Instead, now stands the adult
that swims in seas of lies...
the hounds of death are howling
and feast on all that's right.  

Vellamo (A sailor's funeral)

Don't take my body home

don't tell anyone I know

Just wrap my body in black sails

and throw me in the waves

let my mistress's wolves surround me

and feed me to a cold abyss 

where storms await in broken dungeons

and light will find its hell and peace

Don't let red dust run on my bones

with lines that feed the jaws of time

no heavy stone or dirt will mark a grave

no heavy stone or dirt will crush my lungs

Don't tell anyone I knew

that I believed in nothingness

just let the water run its course 

to where I'll start anew. 

Nocturne

Am incercat sa te ascult
sa iti simt inima in tample
departe, aproape, oriunde as fi
in zari, departe,
pe drumuri de noapte
unde norii scalda in aburi
codrii strajuind tacerea din noi

Ne temeam de ce va veni
dar am fost rapusi de tot ce a fost
de mici secunde in care
te-am regasit printre pagini tocite
de amprentele lasate in timp
de timp
de dorul din noi

Ne temeam ca vom imbatrani
impreuna,
din praguri tocite privind
spre rasarit, stiind ca apusul
ne va gasi pregatiti
de noaptea cea lunga.

Am incercat sa te ascult
dar pianul din noi
a acoperit cuvintele
ce nu le-am mai rostit.

Permite-mi sa te acopar acum
in marmura rece ce a incetat sa bata-
ramai acolo, pentru totdeauna
tanara, visatoare, cu mari albastre in ochi


departe de noi. 

Dian Cecht (Tuatha Dé Danann)

I carry on, on rivers of time
free of chains
free of mud
with stains of darkness
where eyes should see stars
burning in temples
made of sand, pride, decadence.

I carry on, on mountains erased
by greed, sin, desire and death
where fountains of green
were once guarding
the ghosts of our sun
the voice of our past

I carry on, my dear
in every echoless night
designed by my fate
destroyed by our date
with the rivers of time

Aether (Αἰθήρ)

Lumina patrunde printre gratii albastre
patate de sangele scurs din rani fumegande
deschise in cerul stors de apus.

Pe aripi ascunse noaptea strabate
zari inecate de idoli aprinsi
pe rugul mandriei

Bucati innegrite cad pe pamant-

devin semintele vietii insemnate-n pacat
in trupuri de ceara ce nu pot zbura.

Marete turnuri plutesc in razele crude
si se astern pe pagini macinate de timp

Cerneala se scurge din degete arse
lipite de rugul stins de martiri.

Janus - Canens

Ruginite, au incetat sa macine iluzii-
piesele au incremenit in spatiul
dintre dorinta si disperare
dintre vointa si nepasare

au incetat sa ofere ragaz vesniciei
nascute din fumul tufisului verde
ce arde-n desertul adulat de profeti
visat de robii ce-nalta morminte.

Captiva in poza stearsa de fum
ce doarme in mana ridata acum
secunda planeaza spre lemnul
murdar de ani raspanditi imprejur.

Privesc cum suflete mituri devin
in luntrea purtata pe brate de-arama-
din cupa crapata si plina de apa
vinul se varsa pe sori ce apun.

Hoenir

Se spune ca timpul vindeca rani-
Povestea se ascunde in ochii deschisi
privind reci si goi cerul albastru

Dincolo de norii ce se zbat sa scape
din inchisoarea orizontului abrupt
vad lumini ce dorm cand oamenii
mai adauga un pas spre linii ce dispar

Si simt cum ramanem fara timp-
il picuram arzand pe rani ce nu se inchid
si ne ucid cu dulcea lor povara

Ridicam inchisori de hartie pe iarba murdara
de roua ce curge din cerul presarat de otel-
pamant, sange, hartie si apa devin pasta din care
construim utopii si le presam in palmele aspre

Se spune ca timpul vindeca rani,
Se spune ca noi vom cladi imperii in cenusa
arzand pe oase albite de focul ce cade
din inchisori abrupte prin care ratacim.

Sandraudiga

Ramanem fara timp.
Il punem gaj in vietile noastre,
il cheltuim pe custi de metal
in care chemam fericirea-

ramanem fara cuvinte
cand suntem prinsi in flagrant
incercand sa scapam
printre barele de hartie -

ramanem fara sentimente
le aruncam in ape tulburi
in care noapte si zi devine
acelasi chin lipsit de vise -

ramanem fara speranta
cand rupem valul absurd
ce ne agata ochii in culori
si lumini efemere -

ramanem in timp -
oase si praf, cu pasari cernite
dansand pe nisipul fierbinte
din cranii sfaramate.