To Eminescu

With gentle soul, serene temple,

Golden evening star, pierced by light,

Your eyes contemplate the waves,

You build bridges hidden in word

For us to cross,

Your boats sail the deep waters of time,

You surround us with your peaceful mantle,

Lost in the pure love

For the one with hair of light and eyes of wonder,

You call us from the forests of bronze,

With treetops clearing

The misty evenings,

You bring us closer,

Near the midnight springs,

Of stories told

And darkness chased away.

You are word

And guiding mantle,

On eternity’s sea

You rise and set

In celestial spheres.

Copyright © 2012 Cristina Miller