Tonight I have dreamed again mother
Your dear eyes, hair dark like a black night
The warm circle of your embrace
The green fields of old homeland
I stood again on the hillside
Surrounded by visions of children’s faces
In a magic moment of hidden longing
Became – a small barefooted girl
I have felt peeling in the pits of pines
Poplars strength against the wind
A bell ringing from the church tower
News nostalgic – with pronouns
And I warmed my soul on flame of hearth
Observing burning embers in glow
And listened to destruction of the winter blast
Both in fury and in the sky
Like once before I absorbed ancient tales
Of people whose names faded
Through passage of time
Your dear eyes clouded in mist
Your hair turned grey – from waiting
Tonight I have heard again the sound of the ocean ship
Sailing towards unknown waters
And I saw your hand waving farewell
The last goodbye from the old window
(C) Dinka Bednjacic,
Dinka Bednjacic 