WHY DO I REMEMBER YOU?

By Yasen Vedrin

(Unfaded Memories)

Why does my heaven remember you this way?

You, who gave sunrises to the sunsets’ light.

Were you a crimson rose with drops of spray,

Or just a soul, with tears unconcealed from sight?

Why does the marble inside me hold your trace?

Through rough, coarse touch – so tender and so white.

Will the sharp chisel of unshared desire's space

Sculpture your form just for a parting night?

Why does my sacred dome remember you inside –

Beyond the altar your image to torment?

Are you a cross of love, unknown and wide,

Ready to crucify me when the veil is rent...

Why do I remember you – a craved-for spring,

Jealously guarded in late jugs of my own?

A beautiful love is a last dreaming thing.

Even if I forget you – it remembers you alone.

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...

PASTORAL

By Yasen Vedrin

(Unfaded Memories)

I can become a soft rug for your feet

With gentle scent that clover fields impart.

An evening longing we can share and meet –

A wonder underneath the vines, apart.

I can become a warmth for you tonight –

A burning fire, built close beside the wall.

While the pale moon whispers with its light

Through leaves of plane trees rising grand and tall.

I can become a cricket in the land.

A little firefly on your palm to gleam.

A boy and girl, in love and hand in hand,

Bathing at night into the flowing stream.

I can become eternity for you,

With the warm shade of an old roofing tile.

Just grant me joy that is forever true,

And tell me not to leave you all the while...

A NECKLACE

By Yasen Vedrin

(Unfaded Memories)

My memories – like sun-drenched beads inside,

Who arranged them into a necklace clear?

Maybe my own pure hope, acting as guide,

That everything is living from yesteryear...

That blooming all across my meadows, pass

Bright dandelions in a buzzing swarm.

As if my dreams were scattered on the grass,

The trembling sign of fate, so soft and warm.

Who painted my whole world, and in what way,

With so many beautiful, bright shades?

That happiness seems like a dream to stay,

As if a wondrous fairy calls through glades.

To make the miracles come true and rise

With her magic wand. Tales whispered at dawn.

To make the dew burn with a lover's eyes...

Even inside the tears to burn along.

I feel so cold. Let me get warm inside.

The necklace burns. It trembles on my skin.

The fairy leaves. I’m speechless in the tide,

Wishing she'd whisper blessings from within.

So that the time won't backward take its flight.

So past summers return to where they start.

To untangle all memories in the night –

This necklace, love, worn deep inside my heart...