3. 8. At the foot of Mount Athos. 40 seconds ago

40 seconds ago
I fell in love with your ‘like’ forever,
I fell, coming out of all the banks
of the ethereal rivers of Heavens
to dare now
to hug you just once as the wind.
It’s too late to breed enemies,
It’s time to realise to win –
a tornado is not death yet,
but death is no longer hell,
since I fell in love with your ‘like’ forever
40 seconds ago, I fell...

***
The hostage of beggar years-reprises under the Sun,
of constellations and wars, is melting away.
The wind is no longer a prize for the one,
woven by Heavens into cascades of waves.

The last return ticket is ripening by tears,
the cards from dreams are on the table, not under…
I’ve become thinner, lost 10... Moons? – No, years!
You’ve lost the gift of speech for 100...

***
I have poems again for fasting for ages…
You are eternally registered with me
in the White Country of pages –
there are no tombs, no guard,
not even borders, but soon,
at dawn, I am to return,
melting away following the Moon,
to my earthly home – the graveyard...

August 10, 2024