Kiss Me Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

Light candle on window
and say prayer,
nightingale in silent night will come,
to sing us in his song.
Close your eyes, wet from crying
and let flame in them to go off.
Seek to forget my dear,
but found pain,
and sun kissing the sea
even not yet came the sunset! !
Kiss me and undress me with lips,
teach me to fly,
to reach your highs.
You come with wind south,
through leaves crunched, scattered,
like a tone melancholic from crickets of spring,
to give the stories new,
eternal life.
Kiss me,
Because sparkles last of life,
are drowning in speed sand,
from tar and marine foam.
Kiss me,
And again and give me your hug,
I promise I will keep her,
Like sacrament sacral.
And I am still scared of this deadly deafness of silence,
like the breath before dead of the soul mortally calmed,
or like some pain unsupportable,
for close person on deathbed,
like a rhapsody last with sound untuned.
Kiss me,
because something is poisoning me!
It suffocates me!
I feel, fortune tellers unknown have already told my fortune.
My dear,
I leave now,
tormented with hopes drowned,
in tar in ruins…