Miracle

So quiet

under soft midnight eyes.

Somewhere, behind the sleeping forest

I know you’re not sleeping

you smile.

How come?

Mayhap of the golden hair?

Or the gleam on the forehead?

Or the burning cheeks

and the frightened look when I see you?

Do not say -

just caress me with the silence,

in a flash

with a tender look

filling it with completeness.

Beyond words,

the marginal expressions

wonders may happen

if you still

do you still believe

In the other world,

not like this one,

the one living in hearts

feeding on faith

and our beauty?

Never to cease loving,

never forget what you hope for

to fulfill the rarest of days

with a joy

you never speak of.

So quiet

under soft midnight eyes.

Somewhere, behind the sleeping forest

I don’t sleep, I am thinking

with all tenderness that I have.

28.06.2010