And That Is All…

I do not ask for a great spring,
I do not dream of parades in the squares.
I simply want us – to Live.
Without losses. Without cracks. Without “maybe.”

Without lists. Without forms. Without reports.
Without deadlines, maps, or call signs.
Just a morning. And tea on the table.
And someone who is silent – but alive.

Let the war end. And that is all.
Without loud speeches, without cinema.
So that one day in my eyes
There will be nothing but the sky.