Fireflies

I wake up in the morning
invaded by sweet memories,
the smell of springtime,
freshly plucked cherries and strawberries...

I wake up with the birds
and while they sing
I listen to the echo of my own turmoil,
a green oasis,
I am walking lost between paths long ago overgrown,
white lilacs,
well know lullabies at the end of the day,
my growing-up girlish fantasies,
forgotten hatreds and stupid acts of forgiveness,
a boy with marbles,
a blackberry bush, a starry sky
and warm summer dust on my feet,

Trains waiting at the wrong platforms,
wrong addresses on the right wagons,
always the same faces
of those ladies, beggars and ramblers
sitting on the folded unread news
while sharing their meal with the Zagreb birds,

Stale water from the Fountain of Wish,
lights from the fashion saloons,
somebody’s foot imprint imprisoned in the heat of asphalt,
silence from Gric while night, like a thief,
crawls between the Cathedral’s bells at midnight
and without knocking, penetrates through locked doors.

...and now we are seizing life
inside entwined fingers
and between our two warm palms.

Sonja, this is simply beautiful. I am so pleased you posted this, I thoroughly enjoyed the enchanting experience of reading this wonderful poem.

Philip

I was hesitating to post it but then said to myself c'mon...
this is your poetry and I am so glad that you like it. Thank you for always being on my side with your great and friendly support.
Sonja

I am so glad you did post it, I cannot understand why you would hesitate as it is delightful.

Philip

What a peaceful, tranquil feeling this give me! Exceptional work!
Lanaia

Thank you Lanaia.

A Pleasure reading your poetry Sonja
I enjoyed
Thanks for posting it
Love and Light
Maria

You have painted a beautiful and wonderful painting here.

Thank you for make us abble to read


Sofia

Thank you Sofia. Actually, this poem was written on Croatian language and then translated. I am happy because I was able to keep the same poetical feelings.

Sonja