Walking On A Crystal Leaf Poem by Daniel Ionita

I was walking on leaf made of crystal
Stepping gently and avoiding the edges
The sound of my steps formed into small clear cymbal melodies
Each more beautiful than the other.
The leaf would break at any time, sending me to my death...
But the sound of my steps would echo for a while,
Sometimes joyful, at other times sad, always clear.
And others would hear it,
Mingling with the sound of their own steps.
And you... you said to me:
This sound I shall keep for me.
This sound I shall remember forever.
This clear cymbal sound will harmonize again
With the sound of the steps of many others,
In harmony with the sound of the universe;
Not walking gingerly and fearfully on the dainty edge of a crystal leaf…
But you will step on my streets of gold and on my walkways of diamond.
Then your song will resound in the infinity of light,
And echo with the gladness of angels.