Boundaries... Refik Martinovic

 

You got there  

 like a rare woman

 came by the winds of fate

 arrogance of you

 he carved the rock

 under which he sleeps

 the cold touch of a snake

 whose traces

 and they inflict pain on the stone.

 Right there near you

 in the shadows without hope

 under which the earth sinks

 thirsty as an autumn branch

 which until spring

 run away from death

 and cries dirty tears of meaninglessness

 leaking through rusty gutters

 and the beginning of the Moon is extinguished

 and tired sleepy stars

 which before dawn 

 finish sculpting 

 the hobo figures of your dreams.

 And so...we are alone

 like two stone gray

 a long-ago interloper

 in a storm

 we speak with silence

 learned choruses

 which the birds also remembered

 accustomed to ours

 the icy embrace of solitude

 because every touch 

 our furrowed faces

 would be a sign

 that there will be no more of us.