A CANVAS OF REMEMBRANCE

By Yasen Vedrin

(Unfaded Memories)

I would not hold the world inside my chest.

A single call from you suffices there.

And that cold snow upon my hair compressed

Will melt into a skylark's wings in air.

And both our palms will turn to nests again,

Where breath will gently spread our dreams of grace –

Those lucid, tiny drops of summer rain,

Longed for from borders whispered in this place.

The moment will be only you and me –

For time itself, within our eyes confined.

For just a day, from its rotation free,

The harsh, relentless spindle will unwind.

To recall each other – in meaning and in trace.

And in the tone of an unfinished song.

To watch how beautiful past days of grace

Return to senses where they both belong.

Beside my shoulder gently rest your head –

Our moment will create eternity, so true,

Since threads of purest blue have long been spread

Into a canvas of remembrance spun for you...