Travelogue

My honest and sincere friend of my,
Your travelogue has few unwritten pages.
As long you are with us today, could you describe
How did you meet your love in past,
So hidden deeply into wrinkles, scars
And beating heart on your so moaning heart and soul.
You lost your love in centuries surrounding you.
In the world without all rules and even boarders.
You were upset of course at many continents.
All efforts were in vain to find, return that love.
The empty pages are still seeking for someone.
Impatiently to see the soul to go and meet
The salt internal wild shore on the eve
Of beautiful as life the last sunrise.
With single boat and standing ancient man inside.
He is ready to make his way so many times,
Across non stopping still waiting us that river.
The end of travel starts the new research of space.
Behind the river the steps are melting out like ice
And flying far away to where is no seasons.
And eyes of souls are looking into many hearts.
I know you will go on with charming travelogue,
Memorizing the world in front of you.
And maybe you will meet inside of Milky Way
Your love that you lost some generations back
On almost kind and maybe little sad,
But anyway forever lovely earth…

21-го июня 2025