To the Dream Market

Saša Milivojev - TO THE DREAM MARKET I throw memories down the well And, leaving, I hear the echo of tears I do not want to have my face Treading on my own verse Tied in knots Like a frightened doe I run across the glass bridge To the old place Where Light and Darkness part Where sweet dew awaits me To play a man again To hear the sound of a horn To reach the market where dreams are sold Where they cure aches and memories You will never hear me laugh For I still mould my sin And wait Wait for you To cross the glass bridge Saša Milivojev viisit: www.sasamilivojev.com