Feel this air;
ghosting breeze of the mundane,
a caress through hair
entranced by a calmness passing pain.
Hail this day,
breathe in the dust of its gem,
lay on autumn’s bay
with rays of light knocking on the dam.
Dream the night
with a fading moon to tame
to shine on its light-
Mother’s voice calling her children’s names.
Fear the dawn,
absent eyes delve in absence…
We’re given on a loan-
Innocence to life to darkness.
Emanuel Ștefancu 