Poems

ETERNITY

Restless soul, my poor soul,

you should stand poet in me,

like magician and crystal ball

exploring eternity.

Dreamy heart, my tiny heart,

you should feed ghost in me

like the puzzle, part by part,

solving eternity.

Shinny eyes, my only eyes,

you should see the child in me

like the universe and blue skies

reaching eternity.

Sensious being, my lonely being,

you should beat temptation in me

like the sin and apple tree

losing eternity.

DAY

Scarf on the face of the day,

only night can save it from pain

I want to turn my head aside

to avoid its eyes, wounded skin.

Hours, long distant hours,

playing their well known game

I know its rules, but I’m a rebel

I’ll wait for them to make first move.

And, when they do, I will wait

’cause waiting is the sense of life

untill the last second I’ll pray

’cause praying is only salvation.

How beautiful face you have,

oh, night, you who healed the day,

who cleaned the last drop of blood

and made all the pain disappear.

I was calling for you in my prayer

and you came, dressed in white

just like the day should be, poor day,

I can still hear its weeping, its sorrow.

Shinny perls on the neck of the moon

lighten the veil of the night

’till the new day bears,

with new face, new life.

DESTINY

In the air smell of death

flying world, a frighten child,

clouds're dusty, there's no breath

life is forest, scary and wild.

Steps are long, with no sound

who can hear them who can see

with his knees on the ground

every man is meant to be.

This journey, dangerous road,

are you ready for its ghost

if you are, take your sword,

if you're weak, you'll be lost.

Your destiny is written down

from this point, there's no back

mother Earth is like a clown

water's dirty and grass is black.

You're not lonely in this war

you must fight with ur fears

the sky'll open heaven's door

to accept all your tears.

WISH

I wish I could hide

in a small grain of dust

to observe human pride

human sorrow and the lust.

I wish I could fly

over ocean, over sea

I would be the lord of sky

I would have the precious key.

All the secrets I would know

the mistery of human race

everywhere I could go

even poor, desert place.

All the power I would keep

pretty silly it may seem

I would use it when I sleep

to create a perfect dream.

I would stop all the wars

all the battles or the fights

I would close evil's doors

I would vote for human rights.

But I know, that can't be

those are just words I speek

I'll close my eyes, I won't see

I'm not a hero, am I weak?

BUTTERFLY

Hug me with your tiny wings, oh butterfly,

show me all the colors you possess,

tell me the story of your life!

Tell me how you’ve shadowed the Sun,

how you’ve drawn the skies.

Once you were nude,

just a shape of what you’ve become,

but you weren’t spreading despair

’cause you knew that everything would change.

Kiss me with your soft spots, oh butterfly,

sing me the song you like the most,

reveal me the secret of life!

How does it feel being minor

then become а beautiful creature of the world?!

Aren’t you afraid?!

I see your tears, oh butterfly,

you’re hiding them under the veil of night,

or in the candle light, or you join them drops of rain.

If you could have your shell, like a turtle or a snail

but even then, your beauty would blind eyes of the Nature

and you would be exposed.

Sleep on my palm, my sweet butterfly,

close your wings on my tender skin

dream you calm, rest your soul,

I’m with you, my butterfly!

SOUL

Wandering lands

my soul is sleepless

but brave.

My soul is a knight

of love and freedom,

it reigns its own kingdom

of light, of eternal Sun.

My soul is immortal

like all the souls,

it lays beyond the hills,

the highest skies.

Wandering lands, I wonder

how to share it with the entire universe

how to share the essence of life?

I look upon the Sun, the great king

and I see the light, the path of

peace where my soul will stay calm.

THE MUSIC OF SILENCE

We used to be silent,

in love in silence

remember?

We used to enjoy the notes

which were running away from the music papers

so they could meet the silence.

The music of silence used to

amuse us,

riding through the tunnels of passion

untill it got tired and became silent.

In silence, with our lips

we’re moving the curtains,

breaking the walls,

hiding misfortunes.

Silence.

Do you hear it?

Don’t you feel pulsing

of its chests,

can’t you touch it and embrace it

with your arms?

The music of silence is still ailing me,

and each tact,

and its feverish sound,

has been transformed into

terrible howl.

Silence.