| An open hand |
When the wind blows cold upon your soul as you stand upon the shore
Look long upon the frothing sea and search for me no more.
Beyond the waves, upon the span where deep blue kisses sky
I stand upon a distant shore with longing hope-filled eyes.
When the lonely howling splinters through the twilight of the night
And you strain across the breach of blue, beyond your reach of sight
Harken through the mourning cold and catch the words of solace
I send you on the wailing wind my whispered heartfelt promise.
When Heaven beats down in silver streams and soaks the limestone lanes
Search through the dancing sheets of squalls that chase the driving rain.
Within the grey, inside the trg, encompassed in the tempest,
Still linger recollections of our promenades abreast.
When all is still amidst the black of darkness in that hour,
When just before the dusk brings forth the living daylight colour,
And sleep has yet another night evaded you once more
I’ll come to you inside your mind and open up hearts door.
And in that length of longing that entwines around your heart,
Entangled in the love that burns, surrounding every part.
I’ll hear the prayers you send across the Adriatic Sea
And know that with an open hand you’ll always wait for me.
velimir. J 21st December 1999 |
