It is a wonder how
in time of lightlessness
faces alter their expressions
Thoughts, come to be
nomads, free of charge
roaming amidst the landscape
of our memory
Desires can erupt , expire
in a single gasp of breath
Anguish , abandonment
warm bed – relieves
in gesture of compensation
Tears dissolve in a wave
of abating tide ,
yesterday’s transgressions
seem so unimportant
as time runs out of atonement
The heartache of hope envelopes us
until morning suns embrace
It is amazing how
in the dead of night we are still
only transient beings of life
(C)Copyright ,Dinka Bednjacic
Dinka Bednjacic 