Stop!

Stop here. Stop now.
Stop by this evening
Stop inside this night's womb
Breathe not, sigh not.
Stop and live in my journey
Of thousand years,
Of scents and sounds,
Of flames and radiant fire
In your eyes and my vision.
Stop in youth and age,
In abundance and in obscurity,
In the light of light,
Aurora Borealis and in twilight!
In the fathomless deep
Of the darkness that drips
Sigh by sigh,
Breath by breath,
Sweat by sweat,
And where in every drop
I find a poetry rising
From distant ashes of Serbia,
War, destruction and civilization.
Carcass of my faith
Falling redundant on the face
Of annihilation.
Rise again O brother!
Rise in those waves
That created my rippling poetry
Of another land, another time
Another day to be.
I breed of life, I smell of the ecstasy
You found in sea shells.
I love myself. I love this reflection
Of what I see, of what I dream
Of the hourglass from past,
Of the mirror from future
Standing tall on this grass of present
I chew some. I leave some
And when I ruminate
I ask you to stop.

Stop here. And feed me.