Evening Poem by Sasho Ognenovski

was sitting and meditating
Flicking in her darkness.
I loved her so much.
She was looking to me limpid and treacherous.
For the first time I wanted
My eyes not to see the light.
Beautiful evening.
She is crying,
Her stars are paling,
And I am,
Meditating about my steps
Toward the misty future
Remaining the only witness of her
Dying
And the damned rising of the lightness
Which has brought to me the mist
And the recovering consciousness,
The reality.

I remained alone, real,
Blind…