Cadaverous world

My life-time sparkling constellations
Have passed away in Universe,
And every day bears a creation
Of none colour, taste and force.

And so I dance
Amidst wise stars
And look with inquisitive glance
To find a reason for my scars
In these shiny saint eyes…

After centuries the World seems to be so tame:
The cheerful skies have lost their scent,
The flowers’ smell has flown away,
All tints, once bright, turned into flat…

And so I plant
A rose from my bosom
With a song of contemplating heart,
But raging odour of my blossom
Just outshines the World of black-and-white…

And being Here seems to me so pale…
Dying feelings turn me into zombie…
A day in love or night in gale,
Senseless, keep me gobing…

So I live for the theatre of passion,
I dwell for the theatre of pain,
I live, playing the compassion
For, my childhood will never wane…

But my only real feeling is pacification,
Quite calm and peaceful smile
Are my own World’s reflections,
Blinking till I die…

I’m an inspired actor, playing many roles,
But there is still the one I can’t be playing true…
I can’t play anger – my heart crawls,
‘Cause I play loving you…

(2005)