If we can, just for a moment
stand again on a narrow plateau
Cast our eyes upon timeless
snow-crested alps,
its rapid slopes, patchy greens
Hear a wailing merciless wind
in the waking morning
Take a stroll down
a wayworn cobblestone lane
along the Danube,
holding hands in expectation
Lie close onto sprawling lawns,
beneath an awakening springtime
under a blue Bavarian sky
If we could steal one more summer
laze under age old pines
Play in waves innocent games
in poetised Adriatic Sea
Dance in the riviera moonlight
wishing for time – to stand still
Choose with care delicate figs,
wipe off gliding milky tears
Walk barefoot to the tilled plains,
harvest scented camomile flowers
Gaze in wonder at toiling bees
hovering, humming on an on – for hours
Pretend, nothing around us exists
Forget, how each day meets its end,
never resurrects
never comes back, the same again
If we can just for a briefest moment
be the centre of your own
boundless universe
(C) Dinka Bednjacic 2018
photo: Karin Wolff
Dinka Bednjacic 