Angel Of Breathing Sometimes We Walk By The Edge Of Our Lives Like Sleepwalkers Through Other Lives And Again, We Hold Each Other As Hand In Hand With The Breath And The Sigh, My Poem by Borce Panov

Angel of breathing

Sometimes we walk by the edge of our lives
like sleepwalkers through other lives
and again, we hold each other as hand in hand
with the breath and the sigh, my angel,
as two worlds that keeps together through breathing
and as white summer clouds we turn one in other-
one ever-unseen from another...
So, as the sun rises over the moonlight
through a tide full of hopefully whispers
and a sad ebb tide of unspoken,
you telling me how much present people
have forget who they are
that even days, like unread letters
in the mailboxes of the night
leaves,
telling me, that after long wanderings
only embrace is the mold of consolation...
You speak, and the eyes thirsty of their own tears
bind my soul in the desert of paper
and my words such as the dunes move
thru the form of a wind full of hope
suggesting that the time is near
when, on the morning threshold of expectations
I will find a fossil of the day which will be
yours and mine accomplishment, my angel
as two worlds that hold each other by the breath,
and all the stars above us will be nothing
according to how we lights one to another,
while on my shoulder, I will keep your breath
as if it’s all the light of my life

Borce Panov