Your eyes.. Refik Martinović

 

 Only they hide
 my loneliness
 and all my sorrows
 they get lost in them
 they only sing with them
 morning dreamy
 And infatuated longings kiss
 while my soul sobs vulnerable.

 In the glow of the morning dew
 at dawn they hatch
 hungry birds
 which move to the warm south
 and they leave me silent
 dark dungeons
 while the cold rains pour out sorrow.

 Those eyes of yours are full of novels
 only they knew the truth
 that it is for other women
 everything was late
 because in your arms
 the stars were falling
 even though others loved me passionately.

 I've always loved
 the gleam of your eyes
 where the stars nested
 and their colors in late fall
 who could cry in the evenings
 tears of red and yellow
 which belonged only to me
 and you remained mine forever.