The Vigil Lamp One Day, When My Gray Hair Will Become The Ornament On Somebody Else's Face And My Eyes In Other Eyes Will Dream, I Wonder- Will I Recall The Blink Of Love, The Vi Poem by Borce Panov

The Vigil Lamp

One day,
when my gray hair
will become the ornament on somebody else's face
and my eyes in other eyes will dream,
I wonder-
Will I recall the blink of love,
the vigil lamp of my soul,
that hovers through the shadows of life,
left like a lone lantern at the end of the sky
to shine through the night...
Will I be a finer man
and will I appreciate
when you asked,
not to run from aging,
because I would die so soon,
and the line of life on your palm
will be invisible to the eye
But, to find you,
I have to carry my old age alone
headed by childhood and youth
through the umbilical cord of the white solar wind
until the beautiful day,
where you will not be a filmy silhouette,
long walking
on the longest line on my palm,
but rejoin between us, in a glance,
that I would not die, or disappear,
but, in your name I'll be born...

Borce Panov