Inscribed in eternal archives,
engraved in the blue horizons
there are pages of our lives
our truth diluted with lies...
initials of the fates
in letters of various sizes
follow the voyage of waves
that join into one tsunami
dissolving the sea into sky
erasing the earth – divider.
...the dictionary DIVINE
of destinies named like stars
or destines unaccomplished.
and last names of our souls
embossed with a golden dust
shed traces of loss
and loves...
all that’s left from us
when we equal to our past...
and water in our seas
shines with that golden dust
and tears are made of same --
same salt dissolved with light
and I wonder HOW He cries
turning the pages divine...
does HE CRY? CAN He cry?
IN Joy or in GRIEF like sky,
like mothers when children die,
like children when mothers die,
like lovers when lovers die,
like souls that long for the sky....
DOES God cry?
only thru us?
or when die the stars?
or only when stars
stop shining inside us?
СAN GOD SMILE?
Yes... now I know why
(the grief of the loss
embossed)
HE gave us the empty sky
the tearful fragile eye
and loves that will never die
and souls that will never fly
until our names inscribe
engraved in His sacred book
add one more unfinished life
one chapter yet to rewrite
by hand of THE HOPE DIVINE...
Оnly born into flesh can cry
are given the wings to fly
to endlessly roam the sky
that sheds pure rain
into earthly oceans of pain
salty waters of seas
that taste like our mortal tears
and our waves ever shine
with mist from THE SMILE DIVINE...
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