7 ian. 2009


Sageness Fallen First Born Snow The snow fell, as it was born by Winter... Trees in black naked beauty Came singing a praise. And hiding their gold, like greedy gnome Is burying his treasure, dance snow. Winter covered their frozen roots With the pillow of tender haze, Under which the grass fell into glassy sleep, Entering generous bliss. Mountains replied to me greeting the Queen Of blowing winds and ice-crystal worlds, And her flying servants that are never seen Were carrying the leaves as they came on the Earth. Whistling like trumpet on funeral act Grey blizzard came releasing white snakes, And myriad of warriors in sparkling white dresses Were carrying the tongues of the saints on the stakes. White spears and swords Ripped off angels' hearts, Cold was freezing their wings. And night slowly fell On forest beneath Like fingers of bard on the strings - On forest lying under Mountains of mine, Under wind, whispering legends of time... And ice-storm along With the Children of woods Sang joyful and furious rhymes. ...As abused angels left the Earth The call of freedom started its way!!! I was going on other side Of sacred new day To infinity of blinding black mass Absorbing the mind. I was going on other side Of dying sun's heat To icy and frozen nature Absorbing saints' lives. And I saw burning shadows of the past Along with endless and fathomless lakes. ...And the snow fell as it was born by Winter... __________ Sageness Fallen Eyes Were charmed by the sight Of stone on the grass - Grey mirror of sky. Stars Lit golden tree crowns With millions of fires That showed me the road To world Of the tear-crying rains That talk to the flames And winds of the past Where beauty - The queen of free hearts Was sister of those Who despised the horde. Standing praying on the sunset Caressed by tender wind Ancient oak-tree's spread its green arms In the embrace of dusk... "You saw legends with your own eyes, Ages grew under your feet, Filled with freedom and desire, Thoughts and feelings buried fast... Wake the secrets that you keep From their deep eternal sleep - Let them be the sacred whip For the cattle hearts! Let your tar womb be sweet home For the wisdom that will roam... Nature'll dwell under the dome Of the ancient arts." Stone became red Of the fury and pain, My thoughts and feelings Were all faint in vain When archangel sword's aura Was licking the face Of the shrine Containing the ways To unknown. And the drops Of the amber blood fired Scarlett hearts and black souls Making them feel the sight Of the emerald eyes Belonging to ancient sage Bearing thoughts, Awakening the rage. Leaves were howling loud Under weeping clouds, Moon was taking me To the secret paths, Golden dust was making me blind... I saw slaughter of sheep and burial fires. Fingers pressed on steel Making it start crying, Moonlight on the blade Was the lightning bright. Grass was drinking red wine I'd entered the world of dreams and desires! __________ ...Of Glory And Pain I'm breathing the rain at dusk As I am tasting bitter burial silence. My soul is cold and weeping like a Grim and misty black autumn night. I gaze at flowers fading to dust And bearing the ashes - the seeds of the moonlight Eternity steps on the fields of desires Awakening the roots of sharpened sword's bride. Guided by tears of clouds I'm wanderer sharing their dreams and fears Watching whatever my eyes can see Seeking whatever I find. Ravens bring dusk on their wings Followed by night then fresh morning dew bears Day while I'm going to place where I Will end my fettered soul's cry. Exhausted by constant Following blind eyes sight While breathing road's dust I search for place That on this endless plain Will be worthy of ceasing my way. I approach the hill With the shining mist on the top and Golden steps leading there, Threading on them As I enter this mist I see Couch prepared for me. Like storms on great seas calm down once Turning themselves into froth kissed by evening breath Tired I stop on my path To escape from the load of eternal way seeking. On the bed surrounded by light That covered it like a gorgeous dress Feeling the nearby night I lay myself to start my rest. As I awakened from my sleeping I saw three chains of gold on me Surrounded by white creatures gripping My hands to put the cross in… Blood was washing my teeth in flesh Of angels as I was breaking the chains, Day became night as I left this place With thunder roaring around, My gaze caught only shadows of black, The eye-blowing black consuming the mind At the same time caressing my skin With the waves of songs by night. Trees on my way were pressing poisoned Nails into my naked arms and dry Grass under feet seemed to me Sharper than sword. As salty sweet of tears was seasoning The taste of blood drops on my tongue In the pits and the mists of my soul I've found the road… …of glory and pain __________ Visions Of The Past In the haughty mountain pass Where the river's floating by There was a great fight But the legend lays in dust... I saw warriors fighting here Tinkling of swords in the silent air And the river was red Of the bodies lying there Bloody battle was over at last Warriors lying as if they've slept Under the crying wind Their brothers by sword were waiting in the crypts Granite rocks were standing in fear Sky was cloudy and grey like tin Upon the battlefield Ravens had their feast And the only tower remained Looking by its black loop holes As the sun went west It fell from the edge of the world In the haughty mountain pass Where the river's floating by There was a great fight But the legend lays in dust...

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