THROUGH THE SHROUDS OF TIME

The still green leaves

fall in the warm,

abnormal autumn night

which I walk,

with a two old dogs

and the ghost of a one,

beyond the islands

of electric light,

into the years when the

dead waited in the light

at the end of the roaming.

26.-28.09.2020

AN ARMY OF UGARIT

In the ruins of the cities

where we fought,

in ash and blood,

the message found us -

the ships had come ashore

when we clashed

in these distant lands,

and our city, our beloved city

bathed in flame,

its walls torn down,

our king dead in his palace,

our gods dead in their temples,

and our people...

our people massacred,

enslaves, carried away

into the blue vastness,

scattered in the hills...

In the ruins of the cities

we sacked

we find ourselves,

a dead king at our feet,

statues of gods fallen in burning temples,

enslaved people chained at our feet,

and nowhere to go,

nowhere to go

but to our ships

at the shore,

and the vast blue of the

sea and the sky,

into the silence

of the spring grass

growing on

mounds of

fallen kingdoms.

27.09.2020

NEVER ALONE UNTIL

An autumn night,
a time of dying,
full of life;
warm night,
a summer night,
in green September.
 
Here in midst of mourning,
here with ghosts,

thinking the day will not come;
the day when
a leaf will fall
and thought shall cease.

The leaves fall
green in warm September,
in time of dying;
the ghosts live
in me, the beloved,
ceasing when the leaf falls.

26.09.2020

DAYS

Days, days

slipping away

to become the past

that we can reach

only through memories -

until one day,

one day that slips away,

we become the past

that can be reached

only through others' memories.

26.06.2013-20.09.2020

FORGOTTEN

you will lose everything

you will lose

you will be lost

gone to the void

forgotten

this universe

23.08.2013

THE PATHS IN DREAMS

In dreams we can walk

those paths when awake

we fail to see, the openings

hidden by the tumult

of the restless consciousness,

struggling with the life it leads;

in dreams we can walk them,

and live what could've been,

and then at dawn we surface

to the waken world of gray

with a bitter, fading

sense of loss.

06.07.2015-20.09.2020

 

SOLITUDE

Only the lack of

beloved voices

shatters the silence

of this warm

and sunny autumn day

leaving broken shards

of green foliage

and blue sky and

golden light in the

echoing halls of the mind.

13.09.2020

MID-SEPTEMBER MOURNING

Here is the bleak autumn

of our mislived existence,

in its vivid colours

and bright sunlight,

with its still green grass

and leaves filling branches

of alders, birches and junipers,

refusing to fall

in mid-September.

Here, among the graves

caressed by golden rays,

we mourn,

both what was and wouldn't be,

standing in the growing

northern breeze.

13.09.2020

AUTUMN WATERS

Reflected in the darkening water,

the branches rustling in the cold

autumn breeze

cast their leaves

burning in autumn colours

on wind, water and earth.

05.10.2013-11.09.2020

THE ETERNAL HALLS OF THE NIGHT

In the eternal halls of the night

at the dusk dying of the day

the distant stars evoke

bright memories of light,

fireflies in the dark of space

descended on slumbering Earth.

This is the darkness that shall reign

after each star has seen its twilight,

their fires quenched,

growing cold

in the infinite black of time,

in the eternal halls of the night.

11.09.2020

INTO THE DEEP AUTUMN WOODS

Into the deep autumn woods,

among the evergreen darkness

and deciduous yellow

I shall take my weary feet,

on the long overgrown paths

of my youth, where with

long gone paws we walked

when the future was a bright,

cold Sun among torn clouds.

There the past awaits

in each shadow and behind

every moss-covered stone

abandoned by the glaciers

of the dying age of ice;

awaits, under a stream

of time, glimmering

stones of essence

in a clear and chill water.

just beyond the reach.

09.09.2020

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THE WEIGHT OF EVERYTHING

I have given up everything for nothing,

in small bits and huge leaps,

if fear is nothing;

fear conquering all

because I was afraid to lose,

lose face and loved ones and happiness,

lose the life that I had for

the life I could have had,

and in this magic trick of life

in the end I stand on the empty stage

holding in my weary arms

the weight of everything I lost.

08.09.2020

LIFE IN ITS AUTUMN

What is there left, now,

in these autumn days,

but bitter memories?

Memories of what was

and what was lost,

memories of the mistakes

that led to the losses.

These are the decaying

building blocks of a rotting

life in its autumn.

08.09.2020

SEPTEMBER DAY

Showers and sunlight,

gusts of wind,

and the bright yellow leaves

fall during all,

each a memory

ripped from the branches of life.

08.09.2020