Wisdom

             WISDOM

I knew he was a hero in this land,
I realized that he was blind,
I felt his lips were meek and kind,
Though crisping like grey pebbles on the golden sand.

He used to catch the elephants and deers.
How brave he was, my Lord! though ghastly doomed.
You'd neither see him spiteful nor in gloom.
No sadness, jealousy ,no  bitter tears, no fears.

He loved me, God, he worshipped all my life,
He gave his faith, his turquoise sky and sea.
He made the world a fairy-tale. And what about me?
I watched him carelessly. I lied him all the time.

He died in spring. He drowned in the sea.
His boundless sea. With sea-gulls screaming.
I sat there constantly,  there - staring, gazing, dreaming.
I now longed to see him then to flee.

The apple-trees were blossoming on end.
It was such lovely season!
Alas! I lost him. Only wisdom -
That's all he left. What else? His crispy golden sand...
                январь 2002