Just When The Heart Dreadfully Sank Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

You cried to the waters
‘Why don't you finally drown? '
You sang to the moon
The white tunes of unhuman untainted
A too meticulous sound
And watched them there thy beat
Against each sphere
You turned to curtains drawn apart
From The Milky Way each fiber electrified
The stars moving their vibrant stone sounds
Towards your clay purified mouth
You sang to the sun
The yellow golden dust
That turned the fires into oblivion
You cried to the beams
Asking about the sunset time
Because it all it all wanted to live
No matter how soon before its end
No matter how tortured or crippled
Each of the dawn shaped sun slapped attempt there stood
There bled and cried with you and raised
Your clay purified hands
Sealing each blueprint into a word
To throw them all back to the fountains
Like ‘white coins for the black days'
When nothing was left to be saved