salamuna Poetry (60)

What makes me feel so strange
On the other side of autumn?
Clouds of gray fur
Roll in the sky.
Life passes drop by drop.
You drifted into my life
Like a whirling leaf
From a branch.
As if someone lit a match
In the dark space.

The whole world fell apart
When you left
On the other side of autumn.
In your life I was just a page.
Everything is so temporary
And so strange
On the other side of autumn

Let your light remain
In the place you left.
It will fill the city
Even if you are not there ...
Let your Light remain
In the place you left.
Let it be a lighthouse
In a foggy sea,
Let it be a medicine
Against grief,
A Light of love
In the middle of drab existace,
A hope when there is no hope ...
Let your Light remain
Even if you never come back...

I had a dream
About a man with gentle eyes.
And during the night
I got so used to him.
He kept me tight.
It was so sweet with him all night.

He disappeared with the sunrise,
And I forgot to ask his name.
I still feel his hot lips
On my face
Whilst I was awake.

My dear friends
In case you meet him
In your dreams
Please ask his name
For me

The saxophonist played
Into the night
Always hidden
By the darkness
Of the arch
The homeless man slept
On a bench
In the tired old park
I wish i could be a musician.
Then I will,
If I don’t die first,
I can play all the night
In the wind
Under the arch
So that the homeless man
Can smile
Sleeping under
A drunk sky
Sleep,
Don't worry about your Life.
For only music
Always remains with us

When I will come back,
I will run
Through the snow,
Not touching the ground,
Leaving
Barely a trace...
I will stop near your windows,
All my memories will return
When I come back.

When I will come back
I will go to the house,
Where the smell
Of fresh bread
Reminds me of times
Long gone
And will tear at my heart
When I come back....

When I will come back,
The nightingales will sing
That old lingering
Nearly forgotten tune.
And I will fall
Defeated
By my own return
If I will come back…

The intermittent sleep
Of the trees
In the darkness
Of my window ,
And the rustle
Of leaves,
Like a groan,
And the rain,
Monotonous rain,
And the park,
And the empty lane
And a couple of enamored,
And me,
Watching them.
And the rain.
Monotonous rain....

Fool me
But completely and forever .
Fool me so
That i could not remember
Why and how ever.
Fool me so
That i could believe
In your deception
Without doubts.
Fool me so
That I could follow you
In the darkness
Through the maze
Of unknown halls.
Fool me
And believe
In your own deception

If I were you
I would probably cry a lot
Because of the pain in the world
And the wickedness of men.
I would whisper quietly
You are mine

If I were you
I would surrender to happiness
Tearing apart the stereotype
I would joke and laugh
In the heat and rain
Repeating every day
You are mine

If I were you,
I would write a poem
To give beauty
To those who are blind
I would be sure you can hear me.
because you are mine ...

If I were you
I would visit all the countries in the world
To send you photos of the mountains, seas and oceans
And the surf would whisper affectionately
You are mine

If I were you,
I would become friends with me
And inspired by fantasies
I would appear at your life’s end page
As an epilogue
Whispering you are mine

If I were ... Wait!
Tell me
Who are you?
Inspire me with your destiny and
Your soft song of notes
Do not be afraid, just be yourself!
Then I would become ... yours

I love you
Familiar stranger
I love you
Even not
Knowing you
Look around
In a large crowd
Maybe you will see
A small
Flickering light
It’s me.
I do not need
Anything else
Just to catch
Your eye once
One sight of a familiar stranger,
So dear and beloved
And my world will open
To the colours
Of blue sky
Of aquamarine seas
Of green grass and trees
I can see you
Everywhere
Around me
What can i do
With it?
Familiar stranger...

You have seen life withering
And the beauty of nature
In your dreams
And your brush
Has always blessed
This bright burning.
Our silent dialogue
Has suddenly disappeared
Like happiness disappears
You've gone through the storm
Beyond the horizons of earthly concerns.

That morning, opening the window
I saw a picture
Maples, straightened freely
Rocking in the wind so easily
I have head music.
The summer fairy tale musicians
Have sent diamonds
Of their hearts tears.
To those who are not with us
Anymore

I know you’ve forgotten me
Artist, that drew the rain
You serve other angels now
And you will not call me to follow you.
The artist that drew the rain

I touch the frosty glass,
And for a brief moment
In the night
The shadow suddenly grows
Closer.
My imagination ? Maybe...

I know you found peace
On distant shores.
How is it to live
There?
How is it to breathe ?
My fear? maybe ...

I know our life is a gift
Of downs, ups,
Rules of the game,
But at the frosty side
Of the glass
You wait
I feel
And I will come
To you one day
Or night.
I never have enough
Of sadness, love
And voices in the mist

I am melting
In spring
In the clouds
That swirl
In the puddles
And in the sky,
In blossom of the trees
In the tulips smell
In the strangers smile
Do not look for me
I feel so good
Melting in spring