even when I’m not sure
I hope
to outlive the day
dreaming
of being poured:
on grasses
as playful Mays
as windows
on the city soul
or songs
which are meant
for all
to heaven
as strong believes
oh God
what a bless
and bliss
even when I’m the pain
of your
so bitter rhymes
I hope
to rise
and pray
while running out
of time
pull out
of saggy sand
your heart’s
blue river end
linger
in swirling words
marking
a brow with Lord
even when you don’t own
a tiny drop
of roads
I am the blood
rushed down
fading the winter notes
eyes will forget
the night
wove better worlds
besides
covering with the shine
arable fields of mind
and on the doorstep –
dawn
pushes its head
like cat
wind is
a fearful fawn
flees
in a snap
I bet
songs
are too old
to guard
one
on the way
to heart
where
all my strengths
are met
plenty
to drink
and bread
January 7, 2019
even when I m not sure
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2019
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