I see ...

to my mother

I see your hands –
Blown off autumn leaves,
Resting tired,
Drifting away in a dream
But still beautiful,
Still delicate and bright –
Caressing the warm ground…

I see your eyes –
They are lakes of blue,
Hidden deep in Pirin’s woods.
Their water comes from the stars,
They bathe the flowers in dew
And make my eyes sinking in them too…

I see your soul –
A home for flocks of birds,
Ready to fly away,
Goosey and gloomy,
Escaping out of the mist,
Longing for new suns…