With Dew And Flowers, a Poem by Ileana Pascu

The rain hits the window, 

in lines and curves from tears of longing

Drops trickle down the crystal, 

kissing hastily, cheek pressed

The lost gaze, among cloud tears, 

through the beautiful setting

Your face takes shape, 

across the boulevard, 

shrouded in mystery!

From shadows and interwoven lights, 

in its sweet nets it encompasses me

I look up at the sky, 

so that I can lower it over the dreams

Under the snow of acacia flowers, 

what comes out of the sky

It snows, it rains, 

it carries us in the dance, 

on open wings.

- Ileana Pascu

Moreni - Romania