How do I want to change my thought into season
When the letters in their interest sound
Like the light beam between the balks,
Like your eyelash under the moon rays ?!
How would I carry the silence from the snow
Just as much as near your window to pause,
To heal the waiting and to forgive
The burden of tear that still remains to me ?!
Iosif Băcilă, Lumina lacrimii
translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus