Trail of Blood
(devoted to Darina)
Walking in this dream of life,
Together with my love, with my wife,
Touching hard bark of leafless trees,
Dried leaves flying in cold breeze,
Your soft hand i hold in mine,
Our fingers together interwine,
Yet our bare feet suffer from pain,
As the sharp edges of stones, wet from rain,
Wound our feet, our blood trickles down,
And we step upon the green lawn,
Where our blood leaves red trail,
It will path of our life unveil,
Maybe it will mean something to some,
Of those who are still yet to come,
And maybe it will slowly fade,
In the grass, in dark shade…