elegy

 

twilight, late evening
boulevards wear melancholic mask
i walk along trees,benches and bars
steped behind those
of whom i prayed nights and days
and nothing holy i preserve
and nothing what i remorse

for nothing drift centuries
visage of nature is unknown
we live like everything what lives
just several cosmic moments


and there is no chance and no sense to dwell in light
if you happen to be a spawn of fire
obscurity remain be a single realm
while dim satyrs are odd waiters of clouds delight

the dusk which softly falls
gives no special hour
it is just nocturn of elapsed day
leaving only dry leaves as it's trace
and world is just a theatre of plays
about invented torments