The Blue Stars’ Mane

 

In memory of 11^th September 2001

Wings which have far departed

Brought us wreaths from death

Woven out of a mane

That flew towards the blue horizon.

I grabbed the holy wreath

And left with it into the world

At a custom there was the horse

Having no mane, but full of foams.

He kneeled right in front of me

I curled his neck

And flew with him towards the stars

Me as mane, and he the horse

Me as hope, and he the shrine.

                            

Wings which came right towards me

                             Brought us wreaths from stars

                             And I felt that they once were

                                      The faith, the hope

                       The guardian of my country’s happiness

My regards to all,

Maria Musat