I close my eyes, there are some voices –
I'm here again, alone and blind,
For once and ever I've been knotted, –
My night has come, there's no more lie.
These words are empty, smoke and mirror,
I have no rhyme to shed a verse,
But still there's you, this endless river
Where I have drowned once and for all.
I am no poet, nowhere going,
I hear some voice, – you are again,
Wave me goodbye, my muse, my cursing, –
I burned the drafts and I'm to blame.
You see, my rhyme is old, it's dying,
So be my guest, this grave of mine, –
My ghost of dreams, – Alpheus's crying, –
Is just an echo in the night.
7, July
2016
Ghost
© Copyright: Максимов Александр Андреевич, 2016
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