NIGHT ANGELS
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

Look how the sleepy stars awaken
And cast shapeless weary shadows
On our bewildered faces.

Look how delicately they twinkle
And murmur
In streams of unheard and unknown voices.

Can you hear how the violins of the night
Interweave with the passionate harmony
Of the pianos of the moon?

Nobody is there to touch them,
Nobody whose presence we could perceive.

And how could we ever think
The music of the moon is playing
Dreamily, enigmatic, unheard of…
For eternity…
When we cannot see and understand
How the stars turn into angels
Floating
Among curtains of dust, liquid crystals
And among us,
The blind and deaf creatures
That always fail
In feeling their pure presence.


Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania