Precise Point Poem by Vasile Serban

I dig at the root of solar stars
To find my lost soul
Through the galaxy of past worlds
I misplaced it in a faint regret.

I'm dominated by a bath of light
Surrounding an angry black,
It's a new planet for me,
A conglomerate of tears and sins.

A wave of feelings presses on me
Like the greatest longing,
Among planets and a thousand comets
I am suspended and unable to die.

I timidly enter the new galaxy
A hurried rookie in the Universe,
I am a precise point in the drifting black,
A false noise of a mortal.