Ivan Sokac


From stars to make you a hat, to keep you safe.

No one to see you under it...

Out of clouds I’ll create a velvet,

to sew you a vest, when it blows and stings.

To embroider it with a silver thread.

Washed with the lake water.

And with fairy’s tears

hidden in the dark forest…


The song I'll use to sing you

a silver chain,

and the fields will make you a bed.

From dry plums a balm,

to put on your wet lips,

and from the root of the wild lily,

to collect water,

to soothe your thirsty soul.


I will splice me, from your hair,

like a cord threads of silk.

As in my vest

they once used to be.

I'll take your hand,

and take you to the past, far away.

To see all of them who are there,

So that you know there is still someone.


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Publicado en e-Stories.org el 30.09.2019.


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