Birthplace Poem by Dejan Stojanovic

My dream is your birthplace;
Your presence—my life.

I follow your spells,
Listen to your songs—
They cure my madness.

They are my savior,
Sending the light ahead
For the dream to be able to dream.

Your whispers are waiting for me
In every city and street.
The light is singing your song.

You save me from the wrong steps
In wanderings.
Whispers are becoming amulets

And I keep walking
To keep you alive.