White Bird Poem by Radmila Stankovic

Go, white bird
that comes to my sleep,
do not touch me,
my rains are falling.

Go to infinities
and to other dreams,
just let me
be in peace,

let me find the prayer
that fled me…

All the rains have torn
all the drunken faces,
they’ll wash mine too
so go white,
go to infinities…

Let me cry in peace,
let me crave the dawn,
go, then let me go,
my rains are falling.

And let me wait for the days
that come clearly…
eave me, bird,
while rains are falling.

And you, white night,
do not ask me,
I’ll think of a star
when I’ll know that she’s gone.

When are you, white night,
how could, in white,
how could a star be?

Go, white bird
that comes to my sleep,
let me find the prayer
that hid knowingly,
go, and let me go.

You know when, you’ll come
when my rains stop,
when the night turns dark,
when the star turns visible.

Now just let me
seek in peace,
a prayer for me,
and a prayer for you.

Radmila Stanković