Dalmatia

This evening you linger in my memory

my Dalmatia ,

and I seek the warmth of your heavens

My heart is longing for the blue

expanse of your sea ,

while autumn beneath the Southern Cross

departs again into distance

Winter is approaching

The winds from Antartica blustering ,

lashing the naked trees

with a downpour of changes ,

drumming on my windows

And I –

I am still listening to the languages

of the unknown

On the open streets of human equality

no one hears my footsteps ,

nor values the roots of my origin

Amidst colourful tribes

and a river of idioms ,

in between a myriad entwined souls

without your rocky outback

without your sea

Without your name

I am forever alone

(C) Copyright, Dinka Bednjacic 1994.