by Mihai Eminescu
To the star in the sky rising
Is such an utmost distance
That its light has been traveling
Millennia to reach us.
Maybe it’s died since long ago
In the blue infinitude,
Though it’s ray only by now
Glimmers on our latitude.
The icon of the deceased star
Is slowly climbing the night skies:
Existing while invisible,
Is gone when reaching our eyes.
In the same way, when our yearning
Disappeared in the night,
The love’s light that once was shining,
Still persecutes our heart.
db Littera 