Soul Gate

[Kozeta Zavalani]

 

Sometimes I'm wandering-eyed, 
but never sleepy. 
Sunlight of hope has always been sparkling on me, 
but it couldn’t vanquish.
I always give to kind people,

the key, 

to open the door of my soul, 
where the mercy of blue waves are whispering

where the stars and swans make love.

Sometimes I am evergreen, sometimes a simple creature 
And turn into a phantom, like a storm in the fall.

Casting the thoughts at the wall of reasons,
not writing in vain, 
with the bountiful spirit.
Looking up to the blue sky, 
unwilling to miss any day in orbit ... 
Building  the life boat,

for the blues ones,

who don’t know to swim.

To the Soul Gate.