I Ask The Sun
written by: Dinka Bednjacic
And I ask the spring sun
to linger on my body
warm me up
while I ponder over
autumn harvest,
vineyards drenched
with olden songs
in my mother’s land,
and I –
I won’t be there
I plead with many
to accept apology
for failing to bring back
a thousand gifts
like I promised
in my green years –
decades ago
I ask all the people
I loved and lost
whose features is
harder to remember,
to show mercy
upon my soul
for childish white lies
And I ask
divine light
to shine –
keep me alive
let me sit in
the earthly garden
a little longer
Now, when every season
of life
weighs down
on my bone-weary
frame
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