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Somewhere in NowhereI never cried, I never begged before I was born to be, to always be There I was, there I was not Somewhere in nowhere in emptiness, in voidness And so it happened that here- from so many planets- I was born- from a kiss, a dance, a roof-top a love child they call me-a happening Why would I now cry to go back because I'm lost decayed- Why would I now cry to the eternal, the indifferent The answer is here or maybe beyond space and time- You wanted to pick stars from trees and roof-tops They were farther, yes farther The hand stopped at its ending At the beginning of the faraway closeness You'll hug the flower bulbs with your fingers they'll bloom surprised toward you they'll count the moments, Smudged by the same moments And then moments will not belong to time any longer And the love of the songs will destroy violins. Bela Vote for this poem
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