Beyond The Roads Of Dream Poem by Zaklina FilipovaSvekjarovska Macedonian

The morning poured
handfuls of colorful thoughts
on the pillow where I sleep
I choose a happy one
and all day stick to it
like a drowning man at the straw:
in front of my eyes flies
a small elephant with big ears
flying with a feather into it's trunk
before it realize that can fly
even out of roads of dream
because the dream is reality
if we could awake it in ourselves
and anything that brings the day is a gift,
even the dried leaves and dust are bed
where flowers and bugs,
while making love, saves the world
And again I learn from the grain of eternity
embraced onto my chest
how much love can be hold into
the human eye:
the Ocean waves in it