Door

Saša Milivojev - DOOR At heaven’s door I watch through the keyhole All my friends Angels and devils Chasing me The opera has started But I heard no overture sounds Running away on the milky way Picking fond memories from the sky No longer do I recognise those faces I stumbled over The fake tears of the moon I open the door Returning to myself And they are left with a shadow If someone understands That an archangel will be sculpted from it I am leaving My music is not there The knots of my verses that I can untangle Are not there Saša Milivojev www.sasamilivojev.com