Nehas Sopaj is a poet, writer, critic and academic, who lives in Skopje, Macedonia. He has published many books and studies.
Let the Sky be
Let the sky be
Let the road be
Let the dream be
Let the flame be sky again
Let the sky now be a growing sky
Let me be the Traveller coming to meet it
Again from the beginning the road
The dream, the flame
Mother or the stopped time
Slightly before she died, Mother looked at the clock on the wall,
She waited and waited
For the time of her death,
But all the birds of the world
Fell to the floor.
The earth became ash,
And the wind – Hera
or the bride with no veil,
who wanted to escape to beyond time,
With my hands I dismissed all of the stars from the sky.
My mother looked at the clock on the wall,
The wall trembled:
“Hold tight mother”!