Filozofska sekcija "Tačka"

Milan Vidović

Imagine

Imagine
Everything is important and nothing is
And we are here
So far away, from everyone else and ourselves
A burnt out candle can be lit again
And your eyes can shine in the flames 
The streets are drunk with lust
Like a well with no end
And the wishes they asked for are held in trust
As is the love they could never send
Your body is like wine
Tasteless after so many tries
And while the poison is in my blood
I won't make the first tear drop
But your cries will make me think
Is it possible that such beauty just sits and waits
While the cold rain washes over her face
She could walk over the dry leaves and release her weights
And pull out her wits, her hidden ace
But not in this case
The hot-headed stones won't let this flower bloom
They give her the boot and she has to gloom
And she returns to her house of stone
To sit on the edge of her lonely throne
And the skies unite and play their strings
But even with all the beautiful things, she has gotten to know so much
She has never felt a simple gentle touch
The memory of her you can never halve 
The forbidden treasure, too good for anyone to have
She looks into the abyss 
Her gaze focused and deep
She is my secret 
The only one I can keep
I've lost time on the words I speak
When silence is all we need 
And the dark hair and the lips that bleed
Are the only trace left on my cheek 
My thoughts know what love is, but my words don't
Did she come from it all, or did it all come from her
Every time I see her in always view her differently 
Sweet dandelion, grant my wishes, keep her close to me
Blow the seed-head gently and the course of passion changes rapidly
And she'd love nothing more than to sing
Sing with her sisters on the strawberry swing
Spread the roots on her back, let them touch the ground
Let her rest her heart, and small bumps are born all around
In the light of this I want to dissappear, give her the perfect gift
To be free as a bird, and have my flight be swift
To live in the waves, to love and forgive
Won't she take all of mine, so I don't have any more to give
I am the blank page before you
Every morning let me be your air
Show me your love in all that you do
And I will be there
I will always be by your side
Inspite of everything you have in your stride
Your steps may be too big for my shoes to fill
Our bond has yet to beat its highest hill
Notes of our meeting are lost to the tide 
The music of the spheres is too strong for a vail to hide
Dont let it us be a half-hearted story
We will be rich in poverty 
We are lost, our hair outgrew our head
Despite all we say
I worry you night and day
Is the ladder still rising, do you hear it's call
Is it worse to grow to early or too never grow at all
Send your raven, make me red
Send me silence, make me dead
Do I want to know what you feel?
Can I bear the trail of grafite behind that seal?
If not for your eyes, this world would be small 
If there's not a heartbeat, let there be no world at all 

 

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