Poems About
Time
Melentie PANDILOVSKI
Silence
It is a
silent night outside,
a drop of
rain,
in time, in
time…
a melancholy
smell inside,
a spark of
truth,
I fly, I
fly…
It was on a
dreary night,
when our
only care
were recent
events,
cursing the
day,
when the
clouds hid the sun,
hid the
moon,
late in the
autumn,
when things
were delayed.
A few nights
later,
when time
elapsed,
then she had
said,
to us and to
them,
that our
time was,
like all
other time,
an empty exhibition of our selves.
Two
explosions at a time,
one of God,
and one that’s mine,
follow both
into a quest,
seeking for
each other’s nest.
Dispute that
stays is how to judge,
of time to
call your double fate,
and twice as
hard the question’s made,
of how to pass the final gate.
Someone’s
coming towards me,
but dressed
so much differently,
looking very
much like me,
smiling,
smiling, liberty.
Just as
close as he came,
the image
went away,
for time has
set apart,
tomorrow
from today.