Let Us Winter Night Poem by bjanka ivas mamic

Let us rest in rustle oblivion
for the winter willows on our chests,
pressing our numb lungs with fragrance of onion
as birds are leaving their nests.

Let us be white lurching trees
in this haunted foam of night,
there are no more wannabees
till the spring brings out his light.

Let us flood all fortune wells,
let's dilute the lumber skies,
let's indulge our ignorance,
despise not the meanest lies.

Let's take off with river veil,
on faded Marigold's golden crown.
Don't shiver on lumps of fail
and never, ever fall down.

Let's offer our serene pride
to petals red and words unsaid.
We are winters little brides,
dancing and singing ahead.

Let us be a fugitive hood
running towards West,
in the lush of green of the wood
leaving all the rest.

Let us freeze on this very winter
on beds of herbs, animal pester,
on stars of a brilliant glitter
see our feet run in haste.

Let us vow to peace and fall sleep,
while dreaming of a fire,
and years in which we used to wee,
because we used to be so tired.


Let us stray away to East
we shall break the wall of pain,
we'll be quite, won't wake the beast,
be the rain, be the rain...

Let's preserve this night in our teeth
wrinkled in our hands, our fists.
Under the cold silken sheets
we'll defrost the blood in our wrists.