Ghosts Poem by Irena Markic

The space is so small
On the paper
and all the birds have fly away from here
From this blank white space
In-between invisible sentences
silent cry whispers of eternity
And touch fades away
Everything disappears from me
Like I have never really been here
And all my tears are just ghosts
left in the wind,

For you to see

How does it feel
Under the pure white snow
Where the heartbeat fades
Over the horizon
Buried by your own hands

I wanted to say something
But silence took me instead
I wanted to stay,
But time took my hand
I wanted to smile
But death came,
And she sang, sang till the morning sun
sang about falling leaves
and restless blue skies
which are yet to come
Burning bright
Like the spring
Like the little sparrow in the palm of your hand
dying sun ray in deer's eye
Like I have never really been here
And all my tears are just ghosts
left in the wind

For your denial.