With All The Time I’m Speaking To You... There Are Moments When I’m Away From Everything - Until The Middle Of The Separation And The Life That Goes By, Far Enough When Afte Poem by Borce Panov

With all the time I’m speaking to you...

there are moments when I’m away from everything -
until the middle of the separation
and the life that goes by,
far enough
when after the deepest sigh
will remain one breath only
and I’m still waiting for you to show up from nowhere,
so I asking you in myself:
Can one word pull a moment...
and I asked a moment to pull for me an hour
an hour to pull a day
a day-the day of tomorrow and day after tomorrow,
all days - all the time...
and whether you can feel all the time
with whom I’m speaking to you
while you stands timeless -
with one hand inside of me
flowered as slightest flower
on a cactus tree of my patience,
and other,
with a handkerchief full of leaving out sigh in it
to live anywhere with my distances,
somewhere where our souls
are console each other
unbreakable in their balance
and reconciliation in only one word with all the time
which make us to become timeless,
word which with all hope of this world
I pronounce,
word in which to believe is the same as to love

Borce Panov