Time For Wonders Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

Two lives,
On the road of love and passions uncounted,
Make two souls which burn,
and road between them defined with your love
and passion sick toward you.
You are melody joyful in the world of sorrow,
a prayer of morning in moments of sad though,
or rime glorious in the world of poetry.
Watching the rain outside,
I want to be a drop of rain which falls,
and caress the body of yours in hot summer,
ray of light which enlighten moon,
where your eyes constantly gaze…
I want to carry you,
likesecret most secretly in my soul,
like first dew morning on meadow green…
I seek you like prayer in moments of disappear,
like old known lyric,
and will guard you like a pearl in a shell,
like pomegranate that bears its seed...
I want to hold your warm held,
in my cold hand,
like the flowers bearing their scent…
Call me on those highs of yours,
with erotic deviations,
to see together moon from close,
and to inhale myself in your rainbow,
eternally enlightening your dark moments
with bright pastel colors.
It is time for coup long expected,
of story uniform,
and less monotone.
The eternity is on our reach,
still we need to stretch our hands,
for not to slip away.
Nothing lees from end sacral with wonders,
do not deserves the story ours…
Both holy and eternal…