Analysis of Saša Milivojev - THE NOOK

There was a dance of light
In a gloomy room
My battle within a battle
Tiptoeing
Not to be heard
In the nook of my ailment
Of a dream eternal
Imagination refracts
Into a fan of rays
Waiting for a sign
My soul dreams
My heart is forged
My body is still
Yet someone can hear
A fervent word spoken
As hot lead
Letter by letter drips
Like an echo from the abyss
The climax of a magical tune
Invites my dreams
To catch the words
For you
For me
For us
In our nook
Of secrets