I have found hope in my dreams for your arms,
And I feel more love in every corner of our today.
Bright mornings and early springs are full of colour,
And despite a wish, yellow daffodils vein without us.
You are a steadfast stone; I am strong in your arms.
I don't cry, even when I can't find you in my wake.
I walk through our city, upwind and down the river,
And the more I am yours, the softer is our bench.
Your words are balm, your silences a loud echo.
And on the stone bench I feel your warmth.
The poet's verses cry as we hug beneath the rainbow,
But in your eyes dance drawings of familiar joy.
And while I'm looking for you, on that bed of spring and frost,
I know you are far away from me, by us.
Be your own and be a poet, write songs and love.
I choose to stay here, sitting on our dream bench.
Love,
Kristina
Thursday, April 21st, 2022
U naručju pjesnika
U tvom sam naručju našla nadu.
Ima još ljubavi u kutku našeg danas.
Svijetla jutra i proljeća rana prepuna su boja,
Ali usprkos nama, žute narcise venu bez nas.
Ti si postojani kamen, u tvom sam naručju jaka.
Ne plačem ni kad te u javi ne mogu pronaći.
Lutam ulicama našeg grada, uz vjetar i niz rijeku
I što sam više tvoja, naša je klupa meko krilo u blizini.
Tvoje su riječi melem, tvoje su tišane glasna jeka.
I na kamenoj klupi osjećam tvoju toplinu.
Stihovi pjesnika plaču dok milujemo dugu,
Al’ u tvojim su očima ocrtava neka dobro znana radost.
I dok te tražim, na toj postelji od proljeća i mraza,
Znam da si daleko do mene pored nas.
Budi svoj i budi pjesnik, piši pjesme i voli.
Ja biram da ostanem tu, na našoj klupi od snova.
S ljubavlju,
Kristina
Četvrtak, 21. travnja 2022.
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