
Nikollë Loka

You will appear to me
If You will appear to melike a tomorrow,
I'll become the present
that follows in your steps,
I see you far
and I miss you among rays,
until the unlucky twilight.
In my twilight you are a beautiful mirror,
in the darkness that blackens
and burns,
I still see you in the middle of the rays
that come from another sun.
Another time
You came to tell me that the word is windyand doesn't have a form.
A promise is a game,
Because the human and the dog are the same.
You came to tell me
that the time oldenst you trickily,
and the wrinkles in your forehead
are put stealthily,
telling you love words.
It is bringing me words
from an abbys to another one,
that time stays tightly in your puls.
In the ether another time is coming.
Your time with another sun,
and another moon.
The magnet of the soul
A wave of your soul was burned with thirst,and that fire made the sky blue.
I have turned into a stone that waits the other wave,
to clean off the passion
or the passion to clean me off,
In the mirror of time you embroider the blue,
from my stone violet water dropm
and the blue blood that you mention so many times,
I feel how it dripps amongst seas.
That blueness set under the skin,
the heart drowns in the lake.
In seven sources that come from the same rock
my soul mentions you.
And your sky remained just like a cloud,
a magic of your eyes a mirror.
My magnet soul that attracts you,
your magnet soul that only pushes me.