Poems

Keep on Believin'

Dampness in the air,
I can see my breath swirling.
Found my limit, how much I can bear;
surrounded by lights, my sight is swimming.

Only few people pass by,
withdrawn to their own minds.
Feeling again like I could just fly,
if only He could give me any signs.

I move forward,
one step at a time.
I wish I wasn't such a coward,
wish I could simply
brush away all the grime.

Caught up in my saddened thoughts,
I enter through the small gate.
Stepping on the cemetery grounds;
the sun is setting as it's getting late.

Light from the old lamps
dully reflects on the graves' surface.
The marble is decorated by some plants;
I stand there, staring at it, wordless.

Small drops caress my skin,
tearing an inhuman cry out of me.
Oh Father, why have I commited such a sin?
Only after all this time can I actually see.

Just who is it buried under me?
Is it my brother? Lover? A stranger?
Perhaps it could be my whole family.
At the time, I wasn't aware of this danger.

It is looming above all the living,
no one can outrun it.
Even while knowing this, I still keep trying;
I do not wish to bow and easily submit.

Shuffle of leaves,
a whisper behind me;
I partly turn around,
seeing I have some company.

Quiet greetings are exchanged,
tears burning our eyes.
Looking at her, she really has changed;
seemingly more confident and less shy.

There the two of us stand,
in the middle of the night.
Hair still the colour of sand,
my mother shines brighter than any light.

Mourning the loss together,
not letting go anytime soon.
I smell the familiar scent of leather
while gazing at the moon.

Stars falling high from sky
like angels do from Heaven;
it is easy to imagine their broken cry,
all of them seeking someone's affection.

Now sun taking her brother's place,
it shines shyly on us.
Slowly illuminating the human race,
giving us a smooth, warm buss.

We gather our smaller things,
leaving our poured feelings behind.
A shadow of grand pair of wings
stays imprinted in my mind.

Faith restored together with my heart,
against my beloved parent I lean.
Thanks to this granted sign,
I found my missing part;
we walk by a beautiful gean.