Dream
by Almir Veljacic

I look at the sky
But all I see is darkness;
Nothing in the air,
Not even a single dream.
The sky looks like nothing,
But compared to death
It is real as our heartbeats.
Treasure the things that you have,
For, like history, they can be erased from your memory.
Make sure you keep the ones you love close
Like the shadows that attend you under the light of night
And never let them go ...
The pain,
Like a world on broad shoulders,
is much too much to bear.