Aimless

The star is smoldering in hour late
the curtains are reflecting reddish light
it looks at you and smiles with faith  
it's birth directed it straight at your side  
  
yearning angel tears are raining  
they soak in the forest as to purify the trees  
a koala is crawling, silently remaining  
in unison with the crickets' dreamy wheeze.  
   
tomorrow the summer will be dead  
sun rays are caressing me, they said adieu  
I look at the foamy river trails so wet  
where Adam Kadmon shaped their form so new.  
   
and I start desiring floating on my back  
so that my hair could sparkle in bubbles  
my ideas, frozen in sorrow’s cloak black,  
would then appear forth pure and untroubled..  
   
Which is the tenderest flower of all?  
Isn’t it the shiest snowdrop inclined?  
Isn’t it a sign for me, to wander without  
Anyone ever loving my heart declined?  
   
Why is this world so lonely, you soulless,  
Living in constant thirst, just like concrete?  
Gravestones your buildings; and they are so hopeless  
They glow with phosphor windows ~ of faint greets…  
   
   
Oh pillow of mine  
My dream does awaken  
I end up entwined  
And lost in a haven  
In the same places  
So grim and of horrors  
Meeting empty faces  
That serve nothing, borrow  
Only aspects of my day  
So painfully bland  
Will I stop to always shape  
The nightmares, which I cannot stand?  
   
Oh, damned life of mine!  
Are you really a desert, in vain?  
I wonder – who the hell am I?  
Do I feel like a Goddess that reigns?  
Our God is reminding  
The little doors of our Earth-nest  
My role is demanding  
Some Responsibility to manifest.  
Our universal role  
“A fragment of eternity”  
Bird, now sing and know,  
We are immense but also, fraternity!  
   
This is not meant to be a lonely battle  
A game of enemies that loathe  
Yet the crowd believes in the Old Chapel  
And maybe this is why we ought  
To sink deeply, oh our strong brains,  
in biblical and social archaism  
we believe, but I see that it gains  
Some power only the papacesarism.  
   
“Hear me” we shout  
I want to tell you but I don’t!  
I won’t give you, how about  
I push you to be evil, so we won’t  
ever understand:  
Responsibility is only ours  
It has always been, the end...  
It all Depends on these last hours…  
   
Liability of creatures  
That create the universes old  
With all minuscule features  
Then they observe them, I’m told.  
   
Oblivious, became they  
So grieving, obsolete  
And what remains is pain  
The capacity to Allforget.  
   
The angels are calling upon us..  
It’s time to wake up and erupt  
Time of God’s breath, impetus,  
They are fireflies, in skies eruct..  
   
Today our lesson is so strict.  
The airplane intensifies  
A feeling worries us, we’re dripped  
In it before the craft finally flies…  
   
God, oh, please protect us  
Let us land so safe, oh you forgiver,  
We always take off ... thus,  
We аccelerate but whither?  
   
We are children, we do daub,  
We draw horrors or we don’t?  
We will paint it and we’ll shout  
Then we’ll tear the lists that haunt.  
   
I now feel like I’m burning  
life is runway where we launch  
To our missions; then, learning,  
we create our lives, each branch.  
   
When we’ll start creating it together?  
This illusion called reality --  3D.  
I feel I’m aimless, so I’d better  
Realise that planes shall land,  
   
so now shall we?