When Cherries Will Bloom Poem by Sami Gjoka

When cherries will bloom, go and pluck a tender shoot
Pluck a petal from the rose under cloudless sky of May
To remember things we lose that are dear and that are close
But by math, by calculation
We, sadly, chase away.

Flesh that has been radiating even from a murmured voice
Shrinks and wrinkles by each day on its voyage to the dust
Like the fearful scattered doves
Like the blooming of the trees
Like the perfume of the rose
That lie frozen in the past.

Gentle lambs that roam the lands of my distant, remote thoughts
Disappear and keep on fading
In the fog and in the dusk.

If you see the cherry tree, calm and silent, deep and long
See the vibrant-sounding bee, butterflies that move along
Sipping from infinity these reflections of divine
Then you never will need me
To e-mail you this poem
For it’s there, spread in the air
And spread down to the ground,
Filled by beauty and despair
Brim to brim and all around.

There are fingers we can’t see
Striking strings of every soul.

Listen to the distant echoes, parting from the chests of hills
And let’s learn to offer freedom to the grudges we hold in!

Let’s look farther to the road, under bridges that erode
And see rivers that of course keep back going to their source
Dripping as if tears of sin.

But the gentle, gentle lamb
Never will come back again.

We on the other hand
Tuck and shrink inside ourselves
Struck by grief and struck by pain
Dead and dying, since within