The Dell Of Silentium 22. 06. 06

     ...Долина безмолвия, лежащая далеко за гранью материального естества, виртуальное убежище для угнетенной опостылевшей реальностью души поэта... Это стихотворение написано в качестве напоминания о том, что кроме мира смертного - бессердечного и мерзкого, существует ещё пространство мира духовного, которое гораздо сложнее испоганить и опошлить, как бы того богохульникам и вредителям ни хотелось.

Epigraph:    ...See the division of pathos
Which decides above you divine ordinance
Feeling the certain coldness
Of a secret power that entangles the spirit...

The age of retirement extinguished my wishes
But should I declare it's the end of the quest?
I wandered enough midst the dull and malicious
Blasphemers who brought the lethiferous pest

I mourned much too long and too much I have squandered
My soul once so fervent has faded for aye
This cold lonely winter I grievously pondered:
"The black winds of doom sear my brain day by day"

I'm tired of the hypocrits trying to save me
Existing for nothing, they fear of demise
I rather shall please the dark ones who deprave me
Than start to observe to the laws made of lies

I'm longing for those whom I loved and awaited
But now just the brilliant stars lighten my way
The best of my verses remained uncreated
And Pain is the price I've been destined to pay

I feel how the grief of bereavement abridges
My life. And it grows making hoary my hair
But there is a shelter behind the dark ridges
And I'm going there to get rid of despair

The dell of silentium... quite is the foliage
Of its ancient trees stretching into the high
And keeping the true faith - my mystical knowledge
This place from my cryptic dreams never will die

This place is the shadows inhumed in the barrows
This place is the chronicle written in stone
My childhood and youth rushed away like the arrows
And happily, my future faith stays unknown

So, everything's changed, but my spirit's entangled
By some haunting memories TIME can't efface
And while o'er my homeland the sky is bespangled,
My heart will belong to this sorrowful grace