Clash Of Opinions Poem by Valentin Gabriel Cristea

In the hard call of the sea,
blue thoughts intercept
a voice tells me ' go '
and I go on my way to the horizon.

Strange fires appear from the sea
thought and soul assemble
to stay to think
if they give their call.

Mirrors that are able to reflect
much kneadings of the wave from the soul,
are never able to wait
a clear sky and a great heart.

I am shown an ice face
on a great boat of crystal
that traverses water through north,
it has been a dream and it has gone breathless.