Overwhelming December

If the window of the world, now, would be shut,
 if the birds, iron would become
 we were deep in clay (some would say)
 but even from the ground we'll rise again

If this world, empty and bland,
would put on us iron links to die
from our little nest land, just a lamp
would break the chain; each other we still love

If tomorrow’s day would be just memory
and ravens would hit us in the core as lightning
you will forever remain my psaltery
that with just a look would glorify me

And if God my way would break
as if I’d never meet you 
my soul would be as breath
and even so I’ll live within you

©Luminița Amarie
Translation- Elena Buzatu