Borce Panov

Rookie (27.09.1967 / Radovish, Republic of Macedonia)

The Vigil Lamp One Day, When My Gray Hair Will Become The Ornament On Somebody Else's Face And My Eyes In Other Eyes Will Dream, I Wonder- Will I Recall The Blink Of Love, The Vi - Poem by Borce Panov

The Vigil Lamp

One day,
when my gray hair
will become the ornament on somebody else's face
and my eyes in other eyes will dream,
I wonder-
Will I recall the blink of love,
the vigil lamp of my soul,
that hovers through the shadows of life,
left like a lone lantern at the end of the sky
to shine through the night...
Will I be a finer man
and will I appreciate
when you asked,
not to run from aging,
because I would die so soon,
and the line of life on your palm
will be invisible to the eye
But, to find you,
I have to carry my old age alone
headed by childhood and youth
through the umbilical cord of the white solar wind
until the beautiful day,
where you will not be a filmy silhouette,
long walking
on the longest line on my palm,
but rejoin between us, in a glance,
that I would not die, or disappear,
but, in your name I'll be born...

Borce Panov


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 29, 2011


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