Walking

My walking was in the Middle June park

Where from fountains their water jump

And my mind came to its favorite bank

To continue its construction of boats

Which would be full of harmony and love

Which could fly over forests and roads

 

And let me dedicate my poem

to the God Abstract

And its continuation –

to Unique God Alive

whom I already would be ready to give

all my life as a gift

Every time this God could be concrete

Who decided to take his fortune ticket

for our ship

to come back to Orion

to restore his highest list

and to delete

everything

that was too strongly connected

with the Earth

 

Every year is seemed to be very hard

When we remember

what we’ve achieved

And every next year is seemed

to be better and happier

than a previous one

specially if I feel that I can write

my best poem

when autumn breezes come in

by their viola melodies full of light

and full of subtlety of them