Dorin Popa

A Letter In The Wind In Benumbed Weather

to run, to break my fetters
to smash the death
that seized me so
to make my way to you
my princess, my princess

I was still looking in the distance
I still believed that all
belongs to me
I was still swelling out my breast
happy to meet you
happy to touch you
when I heard already
my horses neighing
in nether world

I was still preparing myself to welcome you
I was still waving hung by the old mirror
when I was told that you had left

to make my way, now, near you
now, when you left, to hold and embrace you!
death chained me up so well
that I' m ashamed of crying even
my princess, my princess.