When I See You Out Of Reach Poem by Borce Panov

into the seconds
too fast, out of reach
I'm holding you
pulls you away of horror
but you are sleepy, sleepy
And you pull away back:
- Leave me, leave me
I'm waiting someone
to come, to come
I'm waiting someone, hey,
Leave me!
You are saying
and you turning on the cold side
too fast, untouchable
with the snake which swallow you
the horn is squeal hoarse
then it soothes
When
the cardiogram of the locomotion
enveloped by steam
is still invisible,
I'm invisible
on the platform
which is furiously rushes forth over the trackage
together with the city that flies
as luminous mosaic
in the dark, Hej,
how, how to open my eyes,
I'm asking myself,
with face dispersed in speed
And what will I see
when too fast, out of reach
I'll see you/what will I see, I asked myself,
while I disappear