Again the tidings from across the ocean
Bear news of decay still left deep inside.
My anguish stale, I force it to subside,
There's something in the corner of my view.
Again I look to see a flick'ring motion,
A memory of times that now are gone.
How many times, now, have you not withdrawn?
I'm waking up, I'm wiping off the dew.
When I look at patterns woven
From the leafless dreams we shared,
They're like webs forming a haven,
Yet in them I am ensnared.
Again you lead my steps out of the mesh
Of threads that stretch forever to my fall.
You heave me up, my face against the wall.
Still wond'ring why, forgiving, I refrain.
Again I stand with roots deep in your flesh,
Your soil, diminished by my feeble touch.
I raise my voice, you grasp it in a clutch.
The sound is moist from red and seeding rain.
Falling leaves
© Copyright: Влад М., 2004
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