it happens

it happens
love was born
and now
it ends
and a nude body of willow
calms down
on the autumn winds’ pillow
soon again
I'll be back and loud
in the unwitting eyes
of the crowd

it happens
something speechless
and so dense
penetrates wherever you look
when a feather
brings to life
fresh ink
for a book
as if it was heaven
bearing the blues
which lulls the morning rays
and muse

it happens
didn’t find
what you are looking for
just lessons
just breathe out the hoary sorrows
your fears are beyond frustrations
they don’t wait
but go
and choke
with the past reverberations
in all that
what was so tenderly loved

it happens
God sees it
yet hides His presence
get used to the game and penance
you don’t sprout
from a good seed
but smoke and mirrors
that dilute
the wine
made of hundreds
of your own chimeras


it happens
without dare
it comes on
stepping
on the wreathless fresh graves
yet not every mountain
dreams to gain Sinai’s name
I didn’t know
and bitterly repent
as if the autumn leaves
I lost my love
and stand

December 31, 2018