Behind the mourning amalgam veil
the secrets of the nights are kept,
and in the polished square beyond the frame
a shadow stands like wax in tears that wept.
Look straight into your eyes — and into God's —
then turn your back and face the empty room,
the one who stared back from the other world
remains unmoving, living, in that gloom.
You cannot see what that one truly sees:
a world flooded with the earliest light,
every shape outlined in radiant gleam,
all shining cold as blue unending night.
Behind the mourning amalgam veil
the secrets of the nights are kept,
and in the polished square beyond the frame
hands stretch toward your shoulders, gently swept.
Look straight into your eyes — and into God's —
then turn and stand your full and fearless height,
to find once more the path that stays unclear
among the silver stars that pierce the night.
Аmalgama
© Copyright: Алёна Гаштольд, 2026
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