I Stopped To Memorize

       I stopped to memorize the hollow life,
       I stopped to realize the time and distance.
       The strangest woman speaks to me with love
       But I need neither love and nor assistance.

       Perhaps, some thing was happened yesterday,
       Or just last century, or never-ever.
       Some lips has whispered me the words of pray
       And I could understand and trust forever.

       Oh, dear, credulous my distant past!..
       There's no the chance to call it from the darkness.
       And I've been melted fully like the dust
       In that one time without dirty vileness.

       So I just fly in slumbers like a dove,
       To run away from holes and from depressions.
       And that strange woman speaks again with love
       But I need neither love and nor compassions.

       My hearing will enjoy from oral balms
       And I will sail ans sail across the oceans.
       To phantom islands with fictitious palms
       Where I would keep my passion and emotions...


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A situation not unknown to anyone who lives in a city with its 'hollow life'. I'm sometimes so sick and tired of its crazy chaos that I also want to flee and disappear somewhere...
And if you don't need either love or compassion you must be a very strong man, Yuri, which in itself is not bad at all!

Good luck to you,
Valery

Валерий Шувалов   10.03.2008 23:03     Заявить о нарушении
Thank you very much, Valery! I'm gonna try to be a strong man in a poetry, at least. But sometimes I realize myself just as a pygmy in a very big city of sky-scrapers and millions running people.
Thank you again for your attention and kindness.
Yours truly,
Yuriy

Юрий Розвадовский   11.03.2008 01:40   Заявить о нарушении