Irena, 24 august 2018
You will look for me
Inside the caves that rest deep within your soul
Thinking….
That I might be there
Knowing….
That I was the only one
That knew they’re there
You will look for me,I promise
You will look for me
Far ahead in the horizons
Thinking I might be the shadow approaching, but darling
I am not a shadow
I am a lightning that will never crush
On you!
You will look for me
Thinking I might be the reason for your hunger
But baby, you will
Never be fed!
You will look for me I promise!
You will hunt me, high and low
But I am no longer the prey, nor the trophy
You will look for me, I promise!
But you will not find me!
I also promise that!
Irena, 15 november 2015
When spring comes
in the middle of winter
And it strikes you,
with all its colour,warmth and scent
And all the rains fall upon you
The moon and the sun and the stars
And the wind
Gather all around you
And the rivers and the streams
And the birds and the sheep
And every single stone
from the beginning till the end
of your journey
They all come with spring
In the middle of winter
Irena, 29 april 2015
We have no eachother
All people have secrets, and that is ours
We have no me, no you
All we have is a railroad we cross each day
In order not to meet.
Irena, 30 march 2015
If I could close my eyes
It would be to see you
If I could change my skin
It would be to touch you
Never yours
Never mine
The sky is just a blue paper
spread above our heads!
Irena, 24 march 2015
We had no need to speak
Had no need to talk
To eachother
To every other
Like children chasing kites
We think our words are dragons
that spit fire
so we keep them to ourselves,
fearing and aching
But one day,
The ache will go away
Our thoughts will become bigger than us
and we will use them as our shields
The kites will fly away
The dragons will die
Words shall remain
And we will tell them to eachother.
Irena, 1 may 2013
Tell me,
how did we forget to see
the beautifull things?
Such as the firebugs
on a warm july evening?
When did we last run
among the bushes to hunt them,
while they sleep on the calm grass
that rests from the light night breeze?
When did you last caught one for me?
When did we last stop
to smell the red tulips,
that we place every spring on the table,
in a vase
They slowly turn to the window,
stealing light from the sun
Since when have we stopped
next to them
to watch their waking in the morning
and falling asleep at night
Tell me
Tell me,
when did we last
lay under the trees in the yard
Among the grass
To watch the clouds,
as they travel across the blue skies
over the day,
or the stars at night,
As they stand peacefully on the
black cloth,spread across the sky
Quietly,like soldiers that watch the land,
in the absense of the Sun.
Like guards that watch upon us,
while the night passes
Since when did you not gave me a star?
And the firebugs rest upon the
quiet grass every summer
Still.
The tulips stand upon the table every spring
and they hug eachother,
in the small vase,
like hidden lovers that curve gently
around eachother,
fearing that someone might separate them.
The clouds travel still
across the blue sky,every day
The stars lay still every night on the cloth
spread across the night-sky and watch over us
The stars peacefully guard us,every night.
And we still pass next to eachother,
silently like trains,
through the coridors and labyrinths
that we built for us,
and we didn't even know that we could.
And yet,we never remembered
to build a small station to stop in
and lay our burden to rest.
You and I,
we still look at the clock on the wall
every day,countlessly
and yet,we never notice
the time passing by.
We sharpen our pencils,
and the pieces of paper stand blank
in the drawers
Constantly...
We empty the ashtrays,filled with butts
and we don't even count how many times
did we kiss them,
instead of eachother.
The coffee is always cold
on the table.
From waiting.
From silence.
That is why I ask of you
When did we forget to see
the small things?
The important things....the days of our lives
that count.
Irena, 12 december 2012
I've written the words
that fell like snowflakes upon my lips
I've written the words
that legions carried on their shields
through battles and blood
Through day and night
I've written the words
that sparrows carried
through the clouds
I've written all the words
I didn't dare to speak
I've put on my gloves
and threw away the pencils
I still love you.
Irena, 12 december 2012
Coffe-shops were closed
when we arrived
Our baggage was lost,
our wallets empty
You asked me if I wanted
to dance
I said "Yes!"
You smiled.
Irena, 20 may 2012
When we leave our sheeps
to rest
Obedient and silent
We cross green pastures
to find you
Pass underneath high rainbows
There,there at the end of the world
There,there
at the end of the world
to find you
Irena, 16 april 2012
I have no courage,
nore the need
to ask for name and habits
To ask for age.
I may love you
just the way you are
Unknown
I have no courage,
nore the need
to ask for hopes and fears
The scars you may have
The love you may never
hold
I may love you
just the way you are
to me.
Pale and a little forgotten
So you can rise
from the depths
of my soul
and sink my ships.
So that I could start
over
and over
and over
again.
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