YOUR EYES IN GLASS OF SORROW

Your eyes in glass of sorrow,
rosemary scent and picture on the lap.

Memories full of roses
and dreams of guilt with pain.
Childish bittersweet refrain,
this little soldier in the left brain,
singing song of sadness,
fighting to sustain.

Your eyes in glass of sorrow,
rosemary scent and picture on the lap.

Heavy rains with clouds of dust
vanishing the stories on pictorial scene,
melting everlasting blue reflection on the screen.

There was a boy in flame of passion,
it burned him to the skin and bone.
Once he was awakened by the scream of love,
reminded that his true love’s gone.

Don’t ever challenge a vulnerable child,
his wounds are deep enough,
he bears the heart of the bravest soldier.

Never ever say to someone “you old man”!
Don’t ever disregard the wrinkles of wisdom!
Carousel of life is shining in a bigger picture,
the wheel of blindness, turning up and down…

He’s sitting calm now, observing the sky,
breathing the stardust…

Your eyes in glass of sorrow,
rosemary scent and picture on the lap …

©® Zlatan Demirović