By Aleksey Calvin
Oh, when we live to breathe
With leaden footsteps echo'd
Across somebody else's sun()-keeps
With a murky care
Of nebuled eyes ------------\/
Once swirl'd wet, vast, and chiming
Of our messy flower Pleasure
Would melt away
Unto the speckled city air
Where ocean dies...
And we'd observe our children drown
In misty dreams of silence
And, done with their sole poems,
Turn to futile rains
That tap the sink,
Our useless rusty crown,
Once damned with diamonds
That our dead lovers stole
To pay Charon;
Then left us with a weightless wink!
So, pilgrim, tell me... Must we wait?..
To tempt dim whirls of sick spring's motion
To take another step
Cross hourglass shards
And chase cruel fates
That flee us in their rags of red and gray?..
Or dare delay...
For frail is each emotion -
A butterfly -
And who but us
Shall step
Upon its wings and legs one day?
- 2015