In absentia

You break into my consciousness like a solemn fire.
Can't stand myself
when you're far away.
Your intentions that I truly admire,
the wholeness of the society
that won't decay.
Your eyes, thoughtful and childish
in the light of the media,
are something I'm unable to resist.
We, led by honest hypocrisy,
immerse into the mist,
we live for principles and wires.
Higher! Let's fly away and escape!
It's a torture to live among rats and snakes.
I remember every sign of your hidden presence.
You are the best opponent of mine.
Time can be used just to wine and dine,
or to do things you're really inclined to do.
Borrowed, old, new and blue are not outdated or belated.
They are a way to escape the common hatred.
Public opinion, unstable as the sea,
is something I see in all its fragility.
Your eyes, as a source of light,
are something that can't be denied.

© Maryna Tchianova
devoted to one of the honoured visitors of our country.

23.11.2018