Mulberry Trees

It has happened years ago.
Maybe yesterday’s  tomorrow.
It was long forgotten time.
As a convict on furlough,
I felt innocent of crime.

Childish memories uproar,
Kiss I answered to try.
I was very stupid there.
I was permanently shy.

Blackish blue or white in color
sweetest fruit I ever ate.
Stains on town streets in summer.
Trace of incidental deaths.

I was yearning for the glory,
galloping through stormy days,
fighting legends in the stories,
finding something to embrace.

Skies above and dreamy clouds.
How beautiful was night...
And I do remember sound
of my lost forever chance.

Yes, I tried to put together
splendid lace of easy words
English poets were treasure.
I adored the eyes of yours....

As a measure of forgiveness,
near me in phantom space
peacock feathers flew around,
wedding ceremony grace.

It was night when stars fell down
into ocean that was brown
I was looking at your face.
I adored your eyes for years.

And I still remember morning,
sun was awful and grey.
I made sandwich, cup of coffee
and without any worries
boarded long awaited train.

Mulberry Trees, you’re to stay.


4/2018