Aleksandar Obradovic

Rookie (12 April 1959 / Belgrade, Serbia)

The Zone - Poem by Aleksandar Obradovic

Where is the zone that I have known
In flats demolished
In dry leaves blown
On winding staircases
At street corners
Where we turned, hidden
Under the full Moon
Light flooded shop-windows
By gas stations and parks
Quiet night bars
Black leather jackets
Short yellow fake fur coats
In the light of street lamps
Orthodox churches
Energy fields
Paths cleared by footsteps
Arbored walks, gardens
Wide boulevards
By seaside rocks
Dark night contours
Stirred up hearts
Where is the end
To Passions and tears
Shadows and hopes
Over skin and lips
Over hair and eyes
Restless days
Wakeful nights
The zone
Under silk masks
Sleeping poplars
Over thick layers
Of pine needles
In light and dark
By day, at night
On asphalt, concrete
In shelters, at home
Of a meteorological station
The end
In tree-tops forseen
With a cloud evaporated
Those most beautiful eyes
That shine
The softest lips
The sweetest smile
In space-crafts
I sit
I go
To planets heavenly, hellish
To purely love
Only You

Where is the zone
Through which I started
That which I've known
Dreamt of or divined
Drew or recognized
In You I have found it
Never to lose it
In lightness
In humming
In undreamt of delight
In tears and singing
Of Your most wonderful Name
That sends me the sign

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 4, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 2, 2010

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