seemingly innocent and trustworthy,
a momentary speck…,
in the midst of things,
we shall hallow thy name,
more than name…,
we shall hallow the man itself,
rugged and free,
messed three wild boars
and a bear in his lifetime,
sneaky snakes, few monsters
and all the creatures unseen,
some of which became his friends,
gods of the Underworld,
Tartarus and Elysium be their names,
Achilles, son of Peleus, Virgil,
T. S. Eliot, Lincoln and few others,
many earthly Spirits…,
pixies, some mountain-trolls,
heavy and loud Sirens,
Nyphs from the depth of the sea,
he knew them all,
some fires were unextinguishable,
he was one of them,
he who, like an old Oak,
wise and strong,
moved in the wind,
storm-kissed, children hugged,
under it, lovers got engaged,
some flowers were growing,
you can hear them…,
listen to those sultry sounds,
like passionate lovers,
earth creaking like the bed,
where they made you,
he was made in a corridor,
like a flicker of candle,
icy carpet running down the windows,
September is the new beginning,
then it will end, The End…,
mist and pines,
smell of sea and all it offers,
she stands near the shore,
feet pushed in the Autumn sand,
longing to be touched,
can’t wait,
soon it will come,
lightning without sound,
silence without the whirlpool
of living…,
fingers on your skin,
hairs like soft burn on mine,
there it will Be,
a lot like Future and
all its friends,
a lot like you and me,
and a nice bowl of
Wouldyoubemy…, soup.
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