Land

He is sitting in a rocking chair.
The sun is crawling to the horizon,
disappears and loses its glare.
Every day the sun is setting and rising…

She is walking through the crowd.
The sun above is orange and bright,
huge sphere lying on the cloud,
going to pass away with the light…

It’s complete darkness around.
He is observing the world outside
the black, the blind and only sound
of the whole numerous lives is implied…

Noisy street and too many people.
She is tired, she’s got the aching head.
She’s looking again what is needed
But can find only other places instead…

She turns the light off, closes her eyes.
Too many emotions to fall asleep.
And even sleeping she starts to revise
all that for sure no need to keep…

And inside her meaningless dreams
there are green trees of the flourishing land,
like somebody’s turned on the streams
which for many years have been totally banned…