You’ll visit once the cemetery of dates.
Your eye will catch the sentence on the grave.
A tombstone is a staircase, a bridge,
It’s not at all a reason for a dot.
Immortal are the ringing sparkling springs!
The Lord appears suddenly at night
to take the poor souls of the ones,
whose hopes on a miracle were put.
The crimson porphyry will flash along the bank
of the infernal river full of flame.
He’ll touch my hand invisible as His,
made of the ether rainbow by thought.
Misdeeds and stupid sins will be atoned
by kind and good whatever done in life.
The heartless planet blossomed with the words –
the brightest of my verses written then.
Eternity, it shouldn’t grow dumb!
Don’t measure it with only earthly frames!
My Voice will still continue to ring,
just sounded by others now on.
April 6, 2010
Immortal
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