Waiting For The Morning Poem by Nastasimir Franovic

Waiting for the morning

Imperceptible, drop by drop.
Dew is coming,
spreading along lazy dawn.
Moon is waving lights and shadows.
Waiting for the morning.
I look at you.
Behind your fallen hair on your breast
I see distant lights on the sea.
Night shadows become naive.
A rising Sun is becoming bigger and bigger.
Kiss me!
Before the sky all blue falls down into our eyes.



Nastasimir - Miško Franović