Being a social activist raising epilepsy awareness, I know such names as Anita Kaufmann(1954-2003) and Cassidy Megan. My poem reflects succession of generations.
You’re quartz that is precious.
Your memory’s deathless.
Anita, please come onto my night dream stage.
A lavender flower
Lives and has some power.
She’s not from Siberia. She’s of my age.
Just think, dear Anita:
There's solid granite, and
I want to sow my flower having your deed.
Give the revelation
To me. Through all nations
I'm ready to go without sparing my feet.
I won't let my dream go,
My spirit won't be cold
Though I know I'll have lots of thorns on my way.
Grey rocks will be there
But I am aware
The amethyst will be found there one day.
The Amethyst
© Copyright: Инна Айрапетова, 2019
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