Homesickness Poem by Maria Makeski

A window is opened into the world.
Through the air,
The wind covers.
Your lips tenderly whisper.
Oh, those sweet lips,
Tremble tenderly
As long as they speak
And my tears with rumination breathe
fondled,
With a bouquet of inspiration,
Poem painted with words,
My homesickness
Mentions your face,
It burns my eyes,
Blinds them,
My soul is supported with hope.

Your glance
Can blur The White Danube
Through Vardarec
(the North wind)
Transports your words,
Through the sun
The day lights your hair.
During the silent nights,
And closed window I dream
Through my mind with the plume
I sleep,
Covering to the night
With stars scattered
With a candle from them
Without matches fired,
My homesickness heals up,
Like an injury of a heart,
With branches grows up.

Graffiti covered walls
With your name
Wakes up my glances overslept
In the middle of the street
The dogs bark
Killing the dead silence
And on the narrow lane
Your shadows swing
Like through a charshia*
On paved road walk
Arrive under my windows
The homesickness breeds for you
Black shadows cover your face
And asleep me with lies
But your eyes hide silent fidelity,
For my homesickness
Love diligence.

Show me to the heart
How to walk through the time
Show me to your dream
Where to stop - in my dreams.
Many scripts will travel
Written by the golden plume,
The ink from the star dust,
From the sky will trickle
Like a rain radiant comets.
I comprehend
The romantic value
Of this beautiful night,
Full with darkness and seclusion,
Through the lane your steps reverberate,
And my smile tenderly whispers,
The drums and the happy ensemble trembles
My heart,
It wakes my homesickness up.