THE END OF THE ROAD

Here, in the

blazing Sun

we still

live the illusion

that life

is just waiting

to truly 

begin;

that this

is the evening

is a travesty

even to

our weary mind.

Is it always

thus? You

beloved

who left -

was it

like this

to you,

when the

Sun caressed

your days

that then

had no end?

Where we

see the end,

did you see

years blooming?

26.06.2020