The Swan Of The Prayer ... Watch The Clear Lake Stretching White Or Bluely Darkened By The Wind... (K. Miladinov, 'Longing For The South') Stand Up In Front Of One World Out O Poem by Borce Panov

The swan of the prayer

... Watch the clear lake stretching white
Or bluely darkened by the wind...
(K. Miladinov, 'Longing for the south')

stand up in front of one world out of reach
touched by my hand
same as when with the palm
of one unheard prayer coincide
one curious day like an envelope opens my head
aloud began to speak strange letter
and I, always deaf to myself,
persistently reading something from its lips
like I'm awaken in another day
in which everything I need to deny
sinker from heaven
touch my nerve of silence
changing my words
sense
what really happens
until as the candle wick I burn up
with everything that should speak up
in the day which is against me with the unspoken
your voice still dreaming about me
blue darkened by the wind
and my word like swan is stretching white
stand up in front of one world out of reach
touched by my hand
same as when with the palm
of one silent prayer coincides