Faith · Light

Tectonics

The tectonic plates of feelings –
they move slowly, and thoroughly
one towards another,
while we smile timidly,
caught in the middle.

The tectonic giant plates of feelings.
We are mountains, beloved,
we have risen completely;
trapped in between
each other’s fingers.

Is there enough time
to look at the stars growing
like lilies on the mirror of the pond?
Loved one,
is there enough time
to plant a forest in your palm?
Would you follow the light,
in the silence of the day,
in the mystery of the night?

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Grigore Antipa Natural History National Museum, Bucharest
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