Awakening of Helen Richie
Having look around Helen saw
How the sea threw her sail out.
She couldn`t sail away, but the flame of her hope
Dried up all water under her feet and didn`t let to sink.
Wind broke the coma of her feeling
And it couldn`t paralyze no more magic of her past.
Sky embraced the tops and it took her away, as the light,
Through the crack to the sloping hills of her awakening/
To the devil, most beautiful of hers
I am The Lighthouse
The room was fool of light of those false hope
And a heart-lighted time, golden shinning of flattering words
And utopian promises, escaping your lips.
These only one interval in the play
And we have missed it yet .
Why do my dreams became my fears?
They turned curtain into ice
And in cracks i recognize you from past
…And Eos Came
Like a funeral pyre, sky was flaring up.
Have been caught unawares,
Nightingales trembling into languid tenderness
In golden closed gardens.
The sun shrouded us with weightless velvet
Leaving on you silk light threads of falling sunset.
Clocks disappeared on hands and I felt my pulse once more.
I was happy to come back to life.
Words were too much clumsy and gentle smiles
Served as they.
At that night we loved as much as we will never again
Farewell
learn against the past, I passing valleys.
Prickly wind cuts out eyes,
I am in blood, like in a treacle stones stick into the drained body,
Cuting it,
Thrusting the sword of Melpomena.
Cold mountains close the light.
Without you, my only Makbet, Kers tortured me.
I move aside the branches of age-old trees,
And meet dawn, allowing to tie me around,
Smother my heart by the only hairline of Lilit
MA'AT
