The Day Of Life Poem by Ioan Rusu

For my friend,
James Forte



The day was comming
earlier in the morning.

Young,
with hair in the wind
I walked outside
barefoot
in the cold grass.

I was only waiting
the sunrise
over the hills...

For me,
the time
was infinity...

It was a wonderful summer day:
I ran
I learned
I loved
I wrote
I played
I enjoy the life

Late, in the evening
I see my face
in the mirror:
with white hair
my life was gone
and there is
nothing to say.

I only ask my wife
to go outside
and see the sky...

And I know
that in the deep of universe
there is a star,
only a star
who shine
for me...

And I also know
that tomorrow
the morning will come
in our garden,
earlier,
with the sunrise
over the hills...