New Moon was bored in a cloud mist,
He threw his glance in my room and what he’s seen -
There are six of guests who have been enlist,
And only one place in a table is empty and clean.
It’s my husband , the friends of mine and me,
Celebrating together The New Year’s Eve ...
But what’s that blood on my hands that I feel,
Why does the wine burn like a grieve ?
The Host was momentous and very calm,
When he was raising glass .
“I drink for our native grounds ,
Where they have buried us !”
My friend ,who was looking into my face ,
Reminding him God Knows what , exclaimed
“I would like to drink for the poems of her,
Where we are forever sound and saved !”
The Third one, who could remember none
About the moment he passed ,
To my thoughts in response, he said:
“We have to drink a pledge for the one ,
Who has not appeared yet ...”.
25.06.2019.