TO MY PARENTS

A beautiful winter day, white

snow aching in the Sun's beams

- how I wish you were both alive

and I dead, under this

shining white and not you!

Every moment is full of loss.

Yet there will be days uncounted

when we all shall be under

the white blankets of winter

as the cold rays of the Sun

give an illusion of warmth

and hope to breathers of bitter air.

All except the end

of existence are illusory

in this universe.

We are dust in

the dying light,

our joy and grief.

01.11.2017