Across the River

Saša Milivojev - ACROSS THE RIVER With the music As if it were spring I wandered into the woods Riding a stag Deprived of time and love There Where shadows grew vivid Where black snows fell I searched for the river of wine Intoxicated by the smoke Of a burning thicket What I longed for Rots again There When I told The fairy on water To take me With her flaming hair With dew so fresh To her white garden of magic When the soul ascends It vanquishes the ritual And freezes the heart I will release the stag And nature will lead it Across the river Far away Saša Milivojev visit: www.sasamilivojev.com