Days In The Blackberries Field
Years draw wrinkles on our faces
while we wait for the miracles.
I wonder why no one told us
to open our hands and grab it
the very first moment when we
reached the cloud and pulled it toward us.
Jealous night swallowed everything
and cursed us to forget all shades of blue.
Since then all we know is wandering
and waiting for a new chance.
The day that never comes.