Soft Rain... Poem by Vasil Marku

A soft rain is falling down across my brain
And the time of thoughts, it's lightning
A piece of heaven runs out, and still I know
The tired clouds rain on tears...

I do not know whether it is spring or autumn
A meaningless season has in the midst got through
Somewhere grizzled hair nor all fallen down..
Somewhere wet grass beyond refreshed with dew...

Time, an invented notion, ephemeral
Moves in and out without asking my brain
tousle, sit, stand up in her eyes
make as if I feel, I love, nor shout again...

At this crossing time after the plane
I measure it with light, water, leaves, sentence...
And my thoughts dissolve days and months
As throughout my brain the rain falls in silence...