It ll be the same

It’ll be the same
It’ll always be the same.
The lanterns and the pavements in the lanes,
The screeching voices of the doors,
The melodies of leaves and rains…
The springs will beastly decorate
My blue for something outlaid
With bright and multicolour rays.

I seek for morning in the night,
And think of moments breaking life.
The winds which sculpture slopes of rocks
And turn them down on the coasts,
The sea which plough the ancient grooves
And take the lands without proof
As wolves are rescuing their droves,
The stars enlighten all the groups
Of creatures on the Earth to move.

The timely given birth to blooms,
The worlds are spoken out too;
The new inside the even flow
Of things will never outlaw
The signs of blessing, signs of good.
The day will come again as would.

The pilgrims setting off to see
The sense in immortality
Will hope and open minds and feel
The hearts of everybody live.
It’ll be the same as used to be.
You’ll see if ever dare be.
18.07.2025