Like He Was Love He Is/Kao On Sto Bio Je Ljubav Je On Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Being after the breath as if after the light
A butterfly chased by its wing
From the edge of the end pushed away removed
Burnt down by candles a road to sorrow path
To the beggars and begs a gown sewed for the sky

He knew neither hands nor touches
Neither the words nor the colour of his crown
Died for the beauty in an earthly pain
In a grave and verse not to die again

Like he was love he is
A throne built for an endless possible

Like he was love he is
A throne built for an endless possible


Za dahom ko za svjetlom
Leptir krilom gonjen
S ivice kraja odgurnut sklonjen
Spržen u svijećama
Sumor stazi put
Prosjaku i vrećama
Sašiven nebu skut

Nije znao ruke ni dodire
Nije znao riječi ni boju krune
Za ljepotu ginuv zemljano ponire
Grobom i stihom da opet ne trune

Kao on što bio je
Ljubav je on
Beskraju mogućeg sazidan tron

Kao on što bio je
Ljubav je on
Beskraju mogućeg sazidan tron