Golden Twine

Saša Milivojev - GOLDEN TWINE A Spirit A wandering soul A wrathful squall In the fire levin ‘s blasting Ice within the chest is crackling. Everything to me is hindrance You are not within my distance We are bound by golden twine. Step down from the blazing sun The child loves you but it stammers Because this un-beating heart Cannot fasten Gelid gates of inky Hades. I shall lay myself to rest Hold acquittal and solace In this hour evil, bleak, When you didn’t hear me speak. Saša Milivojev Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska visit: www.sasamilivojev.com