The light is scattered

The moonlight scattered light
and all the rays in a beam falling on me
I wonder if the light is caressing my face
I feel that some trace.

I don’t know if it’s a dream or a dream
I feel like your hand caresses me
time stopped
thoughts sank into memory.

Between the light and me
soft touch bliss
it penetrates deep into my being
together we vibrate in harmony
thoughts and those beauties while the moon’s rays
they caress my face gently.
Author:
Seateta Bela Juric / USA

My poem for my language Bosnian

Naziv pjesme: ZNAŠ LI

Znaš li kad uveče misli planu
pa probude dane što prohujaše
a želje što ostaše žignu me
ko otvorene rane,
dok stara strast ponovo bukti.

Znaš li da venem zbog minulih dana
i zbrajam uspomene ispunjene
dragim trenutcima koji bude
tešku nostalgiju
za tobom jedini moj.
Misli mi griju srce
na usamljene dane bez tebe.

Znaš li kada mi duša tobom zamiriše
prestaje tuga koja me ophrva
I tad moje srce pomahnita
a usne tihim šapatom zbore
Ljubavi moja među zvijezdama
bez tebe ničeg na ovome svijetu
dok ova noć donosi
tešku mostalgiju
dušom promiće bujica ljubavi
što prema tebi hrli voljeni moj .

Autor
Seadeta Bela Juric /SAD.