Different Horizons
I Left Istria...
I left Istria..
In early summer
Disarmed myself from sorrow
Beside myself in grief
Not knowing
Which road would lead back
My feet were
Lifting me.. higher than
I could imagine
From the sun stroked
Dusty country road
I have found my wings!
Was it freedom
I searched for?
To be free from my self?
What is the price of freedom?
What lies behind the agitated smile?
Yesterdays
Took residency in the periphery of my heart
Found towers, became a queen...
My mind wept,
Always– just feet away from perfect bliss:
Watched tulips bloom
Under different horizons...
With broken dialect, and open mind
I learned to dream,
Found life anew...
Experienced bliss from a different angle,
Always seeing you...
Istria from behind a glass wall
I remember...
As a child, I would make
paper boats, make them float
down the rivulet till the dark
(and to the point of no return...)
Every time, I thought
of you Istria... my sentimentality
returned. I dreamed of post– encounters,
and yeah, at times I was almost there...
Istria.. once more,
I would love
to bathe in the moonlight,
and the long shadows of your nights.
Silvana (Brkaric) Krculic
