Hay

Shaking awakefrom silver threads of dreams,morning poursover mountains. Tired musclesplay once morea solar symphonyof sweat and toil. Soon, all the haywill rest inside,green treasurestored in silencefor winter’s cold. In golden whispers,it will lie, waitingto quench the hungerof gentle cows. Held in the Sun’s tight […]

Wisdom

Wisdom Wisdom is an ethereal treasurenever confined,always lingeringbehind leaves and sunsets,an iron infant guarded by starsduring cold nights. In its depth hides a studentwho has experienced the dawn of the worldand reads all the songs,and sings all the books,and prays to the grass and […]

The White Tide

It risesin spirals of grasstwice a day,usuallyat the same hours. The hoofed bellsfrom the mountainsshatter the night’s edge,sending the milk flowinto circular songs. When you look atthe rows of labeled boxes,remember the starswrapped in prayers,the dreamswrapped in moonlight,the cows,and the tide.

New Horizons

Words –printed,or filling a screen. Theyare onlybellsswayinghesitantlyin long callsthat shakethe clouds. Betterlift your gazeaway from this textand let your wingsspread highuntil they touch the sky. (c) Marian C. Ghilea, 2021-2022artwork by Marian C. Ghilea

Two Bells

Two Bells Time never drains.Always restless,it pours into entropy,filling eonswith whispers. The first bell tolls,and everythingbegins to take shape. The second bell tolls,and the Universe is already too old,an ancient child gazing aheadtowards the incoming end,cloudy ripplesof dreamsfilling whisperswith eons. Două clopote Timpul nu […]