Journey On The Plane - Poem by Vida Nenadic
She was sitting,
on an empty seat, next to me,
covered by thoughts full of forgotten smells,
with the scarf colored by past times,
and just in case,
tighten up with the security belt.
As high as it was,
above the land full of sufferings,
she was boiling wine on my lips,
drinking whisky with me and saying: cheers!
She was looking at me as if she know me from somewhere.
She, in the soul hermetically closed all.
She was looking at me with one of those looks
without the colorful lenses, without the dioptre,
but I was to enter a new time
and a new space,
I was suppose to leave her for goods
In the time, which was passing by.
She was my past.
She was me entering new ordinary place,
on one more flight in a row,
which was leading towards the coast of lights
She was the one to sign me on
in the sky’s temporary but eternal space for us all.
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