Faith · Life · Light

Morning Star

I don’t know what love is.
I only crawl on my knees
in front of glass dreams.

I have no idea what love is,
for she is more mysterious
than the depths of the Black Sea.

I don’t know where love is,
I only feel this urge to stand up,
and burn the roots of couch grass.

I don’t know who love is,
but I trust the Uncreated Light
of the Star that shines in the Morning.

Romanian version

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