As the light crowned, I embraced the dawn
I leaned on its shoulder
And ran
Too far for anyone to stop me
Too far for anyone to take
My dawn away
That spellbinding blue
So pure, even the morning,
I kissed its golden crown, its breeze
I unloaded my burden, my yearnings
I washed my eyes, the imprints
And renewed my hope
With my fervor
And my imagination
My way.
No need for preset rules
Imposed ideals.
I lived my first morning!
Smart or crazy
I melted in it
I became one with this morning
Maybe my last
Free one.
Copyright Klara Buda
Translated from Albanian by Blerta Alikaj
Second version reviewed by the author
Stolen Dawn
As the light crowned, I embraced the dawn.
I leaned on its shoulder
And ran
Too far for anyone to stop me,
Too far for anyone to take
My morning away.
That spellbinding blue,
So pure, even the morning
I kissed its golden crown, its breeze.
I shed my burdens, my yearnings
I washed my eyes, erased the imprints,
And renewed my hope
With fire,
With imagination,
My way.
No need for preset rules
Imposed ideals.
I lived my first morning!
Smart or crazy,
I melted into it
I became one with this morning.
Maybe my last,
My only free one.
© Klara Buda