Anchorite

                Ah, anchorite, soothe your impassioned face
                and steers the sky in sacral silence,
                you sight in ocean cloudy islands
                the angels soars their grace.


                Don’t judging be a judge trials
                the future wants the argument of mist,
                like circulation   conscious in a dial.
                But where is the sample accusation list?
                who can comment on Mona Lisa’s smile!

               
                Until the Earth the object of destruction
                and every number crushing on the reef,
                Beware of ambiguous construction,
                which split the thought and to chance of any eve!

                Oh, Flora, Gloria, the Nature, mystic     dreams,
                when are chanting  “alleluia” blessing,
                the Universe is no road for hostile racing.
                It’s a dance of stars on our screens.    
 
                Your tears are traces of courageous trying
                we have no time, no obligations to be met.
                That is the of limits subdued by dying,
                and we have will   and soul    to be set!