20.04.06
What have just happened?
What blew dreams away?
Either a serpent
Or a solar ray?
I have just frightened
The coffin of light--
What did you write me?
What did you find?
Precious, disgracing,
like Satan inside,
This hating is raising
To rigours of heart.
What happened one evening?
What mystery called?
The shadow of ceiling
Or punishing God?
Just start revelation,
Just push me away!
Satan has passion
To temp me one day.
But nothing will save him
And nothing will change,
This tremendous evil
Will die by its rage.
It'll vanish in mission
With freezing wild scream--
So cold , self-sufficient
And melting in dream.
I'll stay , whole and living,
So happy and blind...
But something on ceiling
Creeps beyond time...
Rigours of heart
© Copyright: Марья Лааксонен, 2007
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