My rains by Vinko Kalinic

My rains

by Vinko Kalinic

Shoulder to shoulder, we are pouring
like old mates, the rain and I.
and it is so, we laugh,
like crazy ones – cause sun doesn’t shine.

The cold water walks after me,
living man walks on a footpath –
falls from the sky, returning to the land:
I after it – like the man with no hope.

Misty eye looks at living water:
every drop awakes memories
– clouds and people spall.

The day shivers, sharper than ice!
the heart remembers, with longing hiding you,
it knows: you are still alive!