Ivan Dobnik - Vilenica

100 · Ivan Dobnik
of you on the summer sand? Or after you’ll have forgotten about me?
Afterwards, in some other constellation, in the universe of a sun leaf?
Or in breathing of fossil shells, in the dusk of the beauty on a car seat
in the long white night, during the hearkening to Schubert’s trios, during
the searches
for the answers to unfinished questions, while you are sleeping with a troubadour?
Or after I’ll have virtually finished all sentences, or even later,
in indefinable when or where, in an unknown state, or glowing, or dust,
or a traveller, a nomad, a monk, a soldier, an ant, a butterfly, a fish,
whether with or without you, fulfilled or forgotten, scattered,
in the whirl of coincidences, in the metamorphosis of snow, in the
crammed river bend?
Where shall I dream about you, sleep tight, write, love you carelessly
as the wind loves herbs, tree leaves, with a gentle gesture of fingers,
quietly, with no words, in all the seasons, among the lights
of the Mediterranean scents, where, where shall I tend you,
keep you, where shall I, where?
In Šmatevž, 31 st May 2010, and in Ljubljana, 3 rd October 2010