White Temple Of Clouds
Easter
morning
Sun
is entering
White
temple of clouds
My
pet –
Butterfly
with colourful eyes
Enchanted
With pupils
Wide
open
Is
watching the scene
His
whole body
Is
shivering
Huddled
On
shoulder
Of
swaying
Wind
His
wings are
Close
to his body
As
if he forgot
How
to fly
Attracted
By
sunshine warmth
And
hypnotised
By
brightness
That
illuminates
Heavenly
Sanctuary
Watches
Angels
who
Live
in all
Creatures
Phenomena
And
things
Leaving
Their
invisible
Permanence
And
dancing
With
sun rays
Does
butterfly-angel know
That
in its small body
It
bears souls
Of
our heavenly lives
Or
it is
Secret
for him, too
If
I could
Borrow
wings
From
my friend
Butterfly
And
fly high
To
the middle
Of
heavenly
Sanctuary
To
see once again
My
dearest
And
most loved ones
Who
I cannot meet any more
In
this reality
In
which they now
Live
their lives
In
our thoughts
And
stories
And
in our dreams
Of
possible
Encounters
In
some other
Unconceivable
world
I
know that our dreams are
Only
entrance
To
magical castles
Of
the greatest secret
Secret
of life and death
That
all-time
Mystery
Without
which every life
Would
lose its sense
And
would not be magical
Dream
not dreamed
Different
For
every human being
And
I am still dreaming
Staring
At
countless
Windows
Of
magical castle of secret
Hoping
that at least one
Will
open
Panorama Of God's Heart
Nature
is
Endless
Postcard
Of
God's heart
On
which
By
magic
Breath
of
Almighty
In
charming landscapes
And
lavish
Blooming
colours
Love
Notes
Are
written
If
we experience
Nature
As
God's body and soul
Then
forests are
Its
lungs
Rocks
are bones
Mountains
muscles
Sounds
and chirps
Its
voices
Wind
is consonance
Of
all chords
In
great symphony of
Permanence
To
many plants
Wind
is heavenly postman
And
priest
Without
it they would not exchange
Love
notes
Or
create marriage
With
separated lovers
Waters
are bloodstream
Connecting
Heaven
and Earth
In
clouds they are
Pillows
for angels
And
stars
On
Earth
Waters
are source of life
To
the whole word
And
many others
Omnipresent
And
unspeakable
Only
snow –
Heavenly
prince
Has
noble origin
And
the shiniest
Blood
cells
Their
whiteness
Shines
the whole world
And
when princess Earth
Put
on that court wedding dress
The
whole world celebrates
Restoration
of love holy oath
Between
heavens and Earth
And
love is
Inexhaustible
Source
of
Refined
Devine
Energy
Which
By
poetry of birth
And
resurrection
Connects
dreams and reality
And
elevates us
To
endless empires
Of
spiritual and soul
Beauty
History Of Wine
Tears
of grapes
Are
whispering
In
a glass
Through
Champagne
foam
They
are coming
In
torrents
From
suffering
Ferment
Their
taste
Is
fierce
Numb
Senses
Do
not care
For
History
Of
liquor
Drunkness
Does
not look back
To
reality
Vines are
Sober
Until the next
Grape harvest
Blood and meat
Are
Transfused
Into wine
TRANSLATION INTO ENGLISH: ŽELJKA FODULOVIĆ
Verica Tadić
Verica Tadić writes prose and
poetry. She has been publishing contemporary poetry, haiku poems, essays,
reviews, studies, stories, maxims and aphorisms in domestic and international
magazines and joint publications. She is represented in thirteen anthologies.
She won several literary awards. Laureate is also the prize of the Naji Naaman
Foundation, from Lebanon – „Honour prizes (for complete works)” , for 2018.She
has published twelve books.Her poetry has been translated into Slovakian,
Russian, Polish, German, English, Spanish and Italian, and short stories into
Slovenian. Verica Tadić lives in Čačak, Serbia.She has been a member of the
Association of Serbian Writers since 2004.