The Little Church Near To Road Cobblestoned Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

In the little church near to road cobblestoned,
next to enlighten candle drowned in hot wax,
murmured my soul prayers,
with silent muffled voice.
Power to seek you in dream long time faded.
I lied that night,
viciousI half-closed the eyes,
to encrypt the memory for you
with letters in lyrical verses on paper.
I decided to perpetuate,
your divine nativity in my heart,
because swallowed memory for us,
from nothingness of the Satan,
will make us in item of the Wrong one
or some illusion of misery.
I enlighted my mind,
with words of you letter…
and I prayed for advice,
for mercyfor that night,
to solve the riddle for loneliness deaf in the soul…
I gave the sense for mysticismand
flawless symetry of your mosaic,
like some endemic medicine,
for my heart to mend it again…
Obedient on every your demand,
like to psalm in Holly Book,
persistentlyI followed our joint path,
until eternal love, sacral…
My dear,
I prayed for our love,
like long ago when I knew to do in most sincere way…
Remembered our first kiss,
when she sounded like a little bell sound in the sky,
so I could sense it from all sides
even If I could not hear it.
Unreal ecstasy of respect one to another,
sometimes and self-sacrifice of the self-living wave,
fear of the re-secession of our souls,
in sudden storm,
forgotten by the sea whirlpools,
I inhaled our Golgotha sweet, loving,
in rhymes lyric on the paper,
like psalm in Holly Book,
nailed to eternity,
sat on stool broken,
in the little church along the path cobblestoned…