85. Sarajevo.

at the top of the mountains
we will say our farewells
and walk amongst the flowers
until we bid the world goodbye;
and when you set foot on that plain anew
do not ask me
when again will it be silent
for it is always hushed
in the whitened valley
beneath our shadows.
and if you should come
when the flowers are in mourning
for my demise, it would please me if you
said no prayers
but waited for my death to sweetly come
and tell me that you love me only
softly, as I fall asleep
and know I’ll wait until your love
will find me there again.