I Wonder
*** (I Wonder)
I wonder what present, what future
to predict to you, me
to you, with hands of leaves,
with thoughts, lost into the torn
canvas of someone else’s
words,
with a gait of a wave…
A silence buries the hours
and the alders remain
candles.
Yes, the homes are
never enough.
And there’s none whom
to pray to among the dry
flowers speechless
but unique.
And may the wind
spin you
through clefts of granite.
With all my tenderness –
into fall of the leaves.
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2011
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