Octombrie

A poem about one of my favorite months of the year, the glorious October, and its vibrant glowing colors to soak our minds and hearts in... 
Today, I happened to find this poem (and others) in my first diary after moving to the US, when thoughts and feelings were still expressed in Romanian.  As I re-live the moment, I'm hoping to translate the poem into English, but for now here it is, in its humble original form:


Octombrie

Coboara toamna din pulbere de stele,
Licaritoare lacrimi
Pe frunze poleite cad,
Se-ascund cuvintele
Sub aripi mici de fluturi
Si-apoi dispar in freamatul solar.

Visul s-a  stins
In zori,
Gingas si dulce-amar,
Parfumul lui s-a risipit
In flori sfioase
Si-n lacrimi mari de roua,
Sub cerul de cristal.


Copyright 2001 Cristina Miller.

If You Held Me

If you held me in your arms,
Would my tears
Flow through your veins
Like a life sustaining blood?
Would your heart
Beat a little faster,
Knowing the taste of my pain
And the sound of my joy, alive?

If you held me in your arms,
Would my words
Grow inside your heart,
Like precious pearls
Forming inside seashells,
Washed away
On eternity's invisible shore?

If you held me in your heart,
Would the world
Start turning upside down?
Would the trees embrace you,
As your steps walk the sky?

If you held me in your mind,
Would your thoughts
Become mine,
In forms and shapes
Untouched, undiscovered,
Apart from this world, undone?

Would you hold me?
Would you begin
Where I end,
With a question mark?


© Copyright 2011 Cristina Miller.

Soaring In The Wind

Stars with hearts
And eyes with dreams,

I have walked in open fields,
As I crossed the rushing streams,
I have fallen out of dreams...
And the dancing air seemed
To have brought me on your wings,
As you're soaring in the wind.

Stars with hearts
And eyes with dreams,

You have stretched the open fields,
Gently reaching for the streams,
You have fallen out of dreams...
And the soothing rain it seemed
To have brought you on my wings,
As we're soaring in the wind,

Stars with hearts
And eyes with dreams.


© Copyright 2011 Cristina Miller