My vicious circle of vexation

Tricky eyes of insanity,
By sun blinks play with my vanity.
Like a haunted wolf surrenders,
Amid cruel hound pack pretenders,
Open your heart, eyes do not trust,
And you will see they are ghosts of the past...

Come to your mind, whisper in ear
They bother your sleep...
Face to face with your fear
You cannot fight, you cannot weep,
They eat your heart, pig down your thoughts
With claws of the past, claws of your faults...

Day by day and time to time
Replaying life and your mistakes,
You clear paper for good rhyme,
You turn in joy all your heartaches...

But time stands still and pointers go on,
Inspite of your entreaty prays...
The clocks tick on and on and on...
You can`t call back mislaid days...

And heating sand is streaming
Down through your fingers` light..
The broken glass`s slivers
Wound your pride and mind..

The precious universe`s cycle
With every passing second`s strike
Curves further to eternity`s new mile
And sleeping history wakes up.

If only...
Could I....

Oh, how to turn in common words
My reckless wish to jump, to search
That ring of time, lost underworld
To see that mess in your soul`s church!..

(february 2007)