Stay in my poems.. Refik Martinovic

They tell me ...
they see you
in the twilight
in the shadows of the tree line
you walk along the banks of the quiet river
your steps keep quiet
and the years touch
the violins of the winds
which with the river in two voices
play sad sonatas
tearing dead leaves apart
and throw across the river
...and the happy people pass by
with a smile embraced
they hold hands
I look forward to them
and draw old memories
of our love
that still hurt
...memories of you
with a glow of the grass
and burning wounds
when the flames burn
For the part of me
went with you
... stay in my poems.

I could not stand my darling
on the bumper of love
let me gather
the days gone with the wind
and when the night falls
and the stars go out
I will give you the soul
to dream together
about what is no more
love is not for the selfish people
it is a privilege
of those who wake up before the birds
... stay in my peoms.

I will keep
the stars in the eyes for you
to illuminate
the sleeping city
to be forever young
in your memories
even tough your partings
left a mark
I know... the river flow
in the same directions
without returning to the source
... when we are gone
 let the poems remain.