Tonight she tells me…

( Early Spring. Backyard view, Cheshire, CT. Photo credit: Ana Toma. March 30, 2021)

Tonight she tells me that she feels like leaving.

Leaving this foreign land and travel back home.

She misses her muse, which is the love for her country,

The only place on earth that she doesn’t feel alone.

Tonight she tells me that she’s going through the wildest storm.

Like she’s out-walking through the strongest winds,

Heavy-blinding rain and frozen-white snow.

She’s holding in her chest so much pain and love.

Tonight she tells me that she can’t move in darkness.

She drops her eyes and sets a wall between trees.

There are no leaves to disturb the night’s silence.

There are no cracked branches to sing the wood’s song,

Not any good night kisses, to carry in her thoughts.

©️Ana Toma

March 30, 2021

She doesn’t remember who you were to her

Maybe you were that thin crescent moon,

Sowing lies into her soul for decades…

How come you never got tired of

that double life you had,

and lived with a Botox smile with no regrets,

while sharing children and a king bed,

What were you thinking

when fathering them?


©️Ana TOMA

March 27, 2021

The speechless 🌕 full moon

Apparently, you can chat with the full moon.

Yes, the full moon that you and I can see,

when opening that large crystal window,

of your innocent and heavenly imagination,

to be in each other’s arms, for eternity.


You can chat with the full moon

through your eye-catching dreams,

As she undresses your soul with 

her mystic golden beauty.

You may catch a lovely missing face 

and a spectacular sweet smile.

You may absolutely see the same attractive man,

waiting impatiently to always love you.


(You may recall someone’s infinite lies,

deceitfulness and manipulations,

Their louder evilness laughs, 

thinking that they had fooled you…)


“But you’re the WINNER. Breath into me!”,

 -Shouts out the speechless full moon,

as you look deeply into her big-blue eyes, 

while pressing her golden cold face 

against yours…


It’s past mid-March. Trees are blossoming.

The speechless full moon may tell you

a thousand untold solid stories,

that you left behind as a child.

There were well-written stories 

all over the distant sky,

Using your colorless joyful tears,

when you were ecstatic, 

on top of the world…


You should remember beautiful Lady, 

that when you were such an ambitious 

and smart little girl,

Each hot summer night,

somewhere in Europe,

you were seating on the balcony

of your parents’ home,

wishing upon the full moon 

to visit America. Somehow,

you ended up living that dream.


Perhaps the full moon we both know,

may have brightened our lives further…

As we wish upon her mystic golden beauty,

to collect our sweet and passionate dreams, 

All our reminiscent and cheerful memories,

will be carefully written and read aloud in two…

©️Ana Toma

March 24, 2021

On top of everything

( Photo credit: Ana Toma)

I want to know YOU, like I know the colors of the rainbow.

Like I know the lyrics and the beats of my favorite songs.

Like I sense the scent of lilies all over the world.

Like I know every stop light, turn and highway,

when driving to you.

Like I know the difference between light and dark,

color red and blue.

Like I know the dates when seasons change

and years just go by…

Like I know your lips on mine, the murmurs of your soul.

I want to know you, like I know the days of the week.

Like I know math, Italian, French language and geography.

Like I know the tree- shaded house and the places where I grew up.

Like I know the country where my childhood

dreams were isolated, forever locked.

Like I know the muddy streets when walking to school.

Like I know the summer rain drying over my

body:(the rain kept me cool).

Like I know the angry wind when my ears froze.

Like I know the winter’s frosty nights without any heat.

Like I know the thin green blankets, making colder my little feet.

Like I know the pen’s ink stains on my right

fingers, when doing homework.

Like I know by memory, the poems of Victor Hugo’s.


I want to know YOU, like I know how to talk.

Like I know how to smile, to feel and to Love…

Like I know the feeling of missing you much.

Like I know the feeling of happiness,

when seeing, kissing you, and touch…


©️Ana Toma

March 23, 2021

The charm of Love

( Photo credit: ©️Dainis Graveris)

We wrapped the most beautiful robe of feelings around us,

As we silently listened to the hushed sound of our souls.

We whispered: “how deep is the passion of our endless kisses?”

At the same time, we were completely naked from secrets.

©️Ana Toma

March 21, 2021

The man who dances in her head

“ Dancing down the years” 🎶❤️ (Photo credit: ©️Adriana Groisman. Posted on Pinterest.)

There is a man who dances in her head,

His feet keep dancing when there is music.

His smile is infectious, sweeter than honey,

She can’t relate how they met.

She knows his feet are very smart,

Can take him fast, very far away…

She puts her hands in his hairless chest,

She wants this man to stay…

There is a man who dances in her head,

In every planted dream she has.

He smells like lilies. She knows his heart.

He never stops dancing to “amour éternel”.

She follows his movements, beats and rhythm,

With such happiness, no one can show and tell.

Her feet keep dancing when there is soft music,

Dreaming of the man who dances in her head.

©️Ana Toma

March 20, 2021

She’s lost…

( Photo credit: unknown ©️Pinterest )

You found her, but she’s lost

it seems that you don’t care.

Her pain is deep and she can’t cross,

That bridge from where it came.

You never had that fire-feeling,

Burning within you…

For what she knows, you don’t love her

As much as you used to…

When you were asked:- “what’s new?”

You replied: “nothing exciting”.

For what she knows, that’s really hurtful,

Not knowing what to answer…

Then other moments full of silence,

Replaced what she thought was real.

You “need” someone to make you smile,

When life’s “excitements” disappear…

©️Ana Toma

March 18,2021

Cheshire,CT USA

What we will remember

(Ponte Vedra Beach, Fl. December 2020. Photo credit: Ana Toma)

We’ve loved each-other, past and forever,

Life after life, dream after dream…

We’ve become an image of the endless love,

Floating in the beauty of our intense feelings.

We’ll chase the heart of time, as we will grow older.

Turn our smiles to a fugitive sacred flame.

We will hid our souls in a nest of lilies,

singing the song of a sweet secret pain.

We’ve chose our part in this world of passion

To stay awake forever, hearing our tender breath;

Even the moonlight will fully understand,

the end of our time, itself…

©️Ana TOMA

March 16, 2021


Let me talk to you

( West Haven Beach, Connecticut.
Photo Credit: ANA TOMA. March, 2021).

Let me talk to you

with your silence,

that is loud as a thunder,

sweet as a melody,

Cold as the Antarctica’s ice,

hot as the Sahara’s Desert.

Soft as a good morning kiss,

harsh as your stubbornness.

Let me talk to you

with your inside voice.

Is sounds as you though

are screaming,

And I can’t hear anything

from far way.

My soul isn’t satisfied

that I’m loosing you.

I hope this will be

the last pain.

Don’t leave me,

Even for a day.

Through evenings like this one,

I feel talkative and deaf.

I feel blind and alone.

I feel abandoned and loved.

My heart looks for you

In the distance,

And you’re not with me…

©️Ana TOMA

March 14, 2021