Distorted Reflection 07. 03. 08

Epigraph:    "...Drawn from memories the fragments linger
Of ages of thought and seconds of sleep
What is here that tempts the night
To stab the day and kill the light?"

The end of the season; the stalemate of action
There's still the same trash round - the fraud and the fake
My world is another fate's twisted reflection
Through which e'e the faint slender sunbeam can't break

Creation and muse - my two values of being
Were set by despair o'er the love's walled up cist
But now the dull notes I've been usually fleeing
Twine into my lyrics distorting their gist

My fresh-written lines sound an old tinkling cymbal
'Cause my quasi-tragic youth's passed long ago
I know I will ne'er see the fifth runic symbol*
For all my sweet dreams rest six feet down below

My poetry seems like the sparks in the mantel -
They twinkle and glimmer but really don't warm
Destroyed is my lighthouse; worn out is my mantle
And every new ode has no fashion nor form

Where's my spring of life, my green shore and my valley?
...Integrity shatters and death always wins...
I row across time as a slave in the galley
Exposing my face to the pestilent winds

I watch the surf's black and the terrain is woodless
Beside the bald headland the water smells oil
The last tiny spalls of the man's faith in goodness
Decay deep inhumed in the poisonous soil

And nothing will change - the stone fences environ
The nature within the tight limits confined
The toxicant waste and the vast piles of iron
Extinguish the source that gave birth to mankind

So, what's to berime? The psychotic brain's muddle?
My lyre is too tired to delineate this
She just needs to sense the oblivion's cuddle
And sleep pacified with the hope's final kiss

* 8 рунических символов: 1. Видение 2. Разочарование 3. Одиночество 4. Разрушение 5. Возрождение 6. Ликование 7. Осознание 8. Инициация