Sihleanu Dragos Stefan.

Calatorie (The trip)

Within me, I wander

Like a stranger in a foreign land

Where none are known to me.

The night brings fear in the streets

And on rainy afternoons,

I feel cold and dreary.

No urge to roam,

When even crossing the road

Is an adventure unknown,

No recollection of past lives

Questions arise,

"Why was I brought here?"...

Insula (Island)

I wish to be an island alone,

A dream for those who seek solace prone,

In hallucinations, a sight to see,

For shipwrecked souls lost in the sea.

Waves embrace me in rhythm and rhyme,

Leaving and returning time after time.

Some beaches, a few trees, and a cape,

A summary of solitude, in its shape.

To others who cannot comprehend,

Sihleanu Dragos Stefan.

That an island is a mountain's end,

With its base full of myriad beings,

In the ocean's depth, new worlds unseen.