Tears Of The Air Poem by Borce Panov

Tears of the air

Constantly one tear
A bit by me-a bit by you turns the scale
While like a mailed letter
It’s traveling into this invisible city
I am parting it from myself
Every time
While death in paralogical spasm
Whispers to my lips
And While I am squeezing
Sorrow like a rail of steel
One of my nerves is pulling away from the dream
Like elastic
It ragging me with its insomnia
That you may see how deep I went into myself
O, honey
While I am holding you with my breath only
Tell me
How to breath you in again
And not to be departed from myself?
While outside first snowflakes are blossoming
Offer your palm to them
My red blood cells are levitating upon them
One little white winter wren is landing
And pecking warm grains of the dream
Absorbing itself into my palm
And dreaming about one lost mail-man
Appearing on the door
Telling me
That a long time was he traveling
While I am squeezing you with my pupil
Like a black dot you are screaming
Blinded by a mighty flash
That like a song
is taking shape in my head
The same way as clouds shape themselves
Showing the sun
Life sometimes shows
The love to us
And still the tears of the air
Bit by you-bit by me
All yours between sighs
Are pouring my breath into this city
Like a letter taking off from my palm
And offering to life, eternity

Borce Panov