She may be sleeping
I forgot this morning a certain song sound,
The song I was listening to the entire night:
I tried today to no avail to hear its chant,
As if the song was all happiness I found.
I forgot this morning a certain song sound.
In my dream I wasn’t aware of waking up might,
And that earth needs the sun, morning, dawn;
That during the day stars lose a white gown;
And the pale moon moves to a dead night.
In my dream I wasn’t aware of waking up might.
Now I can barely know that I had a dream,
And in it someone’s eyes, someone’s sky,
A face, don’t know whose, maybe of a fry,
An old song, old stars, an old day gleam,
Now I can barely know that I had a dream.
I recall nothing now, not even the eyes’ beam:
As if the entire dream was made of spume,
Or that those eyes were my detached pneum.
The song or anything from last night’s dream,
I recall nothing now, not even the eyes’ beam.
But I sense as to sense is the only thing I still know.
I sense about those eyes that they are the ones,
That oddly in my life guide me and chase me:
They come to my dream to see what I do alone,
But I sense as to sense is the only thing I still know.
The eyes come to see me and I see and feel
Those eyes, love and the happiness way;
Her eyes, her face, her blossoming May.
In dream I see, but don’t know why not for real
The eyes come to see me and I see and feel.
Her head with a hair crown and a flower in the hair,
And her gaze that watches me like from flowers,
That watches me, and tells me of her fondness,
And offers me a tender rest and the world of care,
Her head with a hair crown and a flower in the hair.
I have no my beloved now and don’t know her voice;
Don’t know the place where she rests or resides;
And don’t know why her and the dream reality hides;
She may be sleeping, and a grave sadly cares for her corpse.
I have no my beloved now and don’t know her voice.
She may be sleeping with eyes beyond all evil realm,
Beyond the things, illusions, beyond the reality,
And with her there sleeps, unseen, her beauty;
She may be living and will come after this dream,
She may be sleeping with eyes beyond all evil realm
Vladislav Petković Dis
This is so touching, so beautiful for a friend who is gone!👍🏼
Arjun
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