on the lips of a Spring,
breaths made visible
with Chi power,
no North poles
on the other ends…
and infused potpourris,
we twirl with Druid feet
and sing our footprints’ song.
During all our 27 glacial years
in front of each winter I knelt,
all monochrome seasons were bundled
and veiled each midnight sky
with Mercurian hands
and Venusian dreams,
traced your smile
between Neptune and Jupiter
with thousands of hellos
and millions of welcoming good-byes!
During all our 16 eternities together,
LOVE kept growing exponentially,
with realities colliding in poetic holograms
devising the infinitude of the Infinite.
– Anca-Mihaela Bruma