Of the Light

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Of the Light

You Let the Words
Bright Tenderness
А Dream Entangled My Reality
I Ran
I Dream that I Disappear
The Word Is Our Destiny Deserved
Sorceries and Witchcraft
Remember

A dream
entangled my reality
covered it with sunlight cobwebs.
With every breath
through them
I breathe in more of tender life.
Wild ponies
dashing on my palms
trip over
gleaming pebbles.
Whatever I touch
blossoms
in blue herbs.
The clouds
make me stumble,
but I still enjoy
the beauty of the flight.
Every flower
has its little secret
keeps it in its sepals
bravely
reveals it to butterflies.
A small honeycomb
conceals a whole new world
you must have a star
in your eye
to enter.
I am all spattered
with little stars.
And yet they do not stop me.
I thread
through a golden funnel
and I leave no footprints behind.
Only hollows
filled with foam
and tiny little lakes.
I string through foots
of dunes
there I dig out
ancient treasures.

AuthorElizabeta Drakulovska
2018-08-21T17:23:16+00:00 April 16th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 47|0 Comments