Автор: Саша Сабельников
Тема:Свободная тема
Опубликовано: 2019-12-24 08:24:02
Автор не возражает против аналитического разбора и критики в рецензиях.

Once I’ve been travelling from road to road

Once I’ve been travelling from road to road
Followed white lines that were running unbowed
And there was pristine though too little to announce
Once

Once I’ve met lines of mountains and skies
Adored any time that ran counterclockwise
Believed any truth stiffer than a chestnut
But

Curious winds happened to become void
Lines went without me, so reveled, so joyed
Said: “Stop, there’s time to leave so, adieu
We’re not you”

Lines of the trees said: “Be on yourself”
Lines of the mountains: “We’re not your delf”
Lines of my grounds, my waters, my sun
Said: “You’re done”

Once I was blessed to think I was all
And I was the line, thank God, not the wall
But never, see, never imagined that I
Was just an eye

I cried with a salty waters of grief
And turned just enough to make them believe
That I am not watching them anymore…
And saw a lakeshore

And saw swans of pure white feathering tiles
And clouds of tickle and people of smiles
And saw every leaf of the grass
Saying: “See us”

And day said: “Please see me” and night did as well
And lake said: “Don’t miss even tiniest shell”
And swans said: “Look up after us”, so did stars
“Be ours”

You must have thought that the wall was upset?
No. It had just saved loyal eye from regret
Not a one eye should be looking one way
What are yours after? Yes, yours! Hey?

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