END OF THE BROKEN
WILLOW
(Hope)
To you as a gift
handful of stars
in lonely night
barking of stray dogs
the deserted sidewalk.
Grain of dust from my eyes
and breath with raised palms.
A song from the lips
long whisper through the silence
as the gift,
drops of water, to you,
dreams and wings.
In what we will take off
into eternity and beyond ...
And our flowers!
In flaming fire
at the sunset,we will kiss.
