Nostalgic sounds I often hear,
lyrics of unforgotten space for love,
newly launched, excelling to a finale,
reflections, some just while others not,
I sit back, in remembrance of,
precious times and laughter once shared,
in stillness of space, I hear your voice,
A brush in your hand, I now envision,
each stroke sharper than the other,
you speak, finalizing a humble scenery,
gazing at it now, many years later,
still, it places a smile on my face,
then tears of joy and of sadness flow,
for you are no longer next to me,
as you once were....
yet still, I hear your voice.
Relations of life, you enlightened me with,
listen to my own heart's beating, you said,
of my own desires, and not of someone else's,
for it's the craves you now endure,
that will lead you to a distinct path in life,
no bumps will stumble your faith for destiny.
bolder than ever..... I hear your voice.
Nostalgia brings you here, beside me,
listening to the violins at play,
the crescendos and pianissimos,
and angel's harps swaying to melodies,
remembrance of times endured,
as I close my eyes, and float in rotation,
I feel potent, a motive from artistic gifts.
continuously.... I hear your voice.
Stay with me till my dying breath,
never leave my side, and I pray thee,
never cease reaching out to me,
the love for life and living,
that flourishes within,
no one can erase.....
.....Nostalgia I embrace.
Yana Petkov
25th February 2006
In remembrance of my beloved cousin Petar.
I will always love you!
