New Mirage Journal

I am following the road

of the line

of your life

Each day I put down differently

my feet tired of

searching for a safe

peble

I find my signposts

in glances

I find a map in nods

However, I do not know

Where I will get

while searching for my way in the tangle

of dull reality.



If you come to me freezing

I will warm you with the flame of what

You are trying to extinguish as a

fire of the woods by one drop of water

If you come to me with teafrul eyes

I will take off your tears with my kisses

I will dry them by a warmth of my words

And turn them into a joyful smile.

If you come to me miserable

I will rise the corners of your lips

You will have no time to cry

You will see the world in color pink

If you come to me naked

I will cover you by a vail of my kisses

I will close eyes of shame

With craving for love

If you will not come to me at all

you will regret the paradise lost

I will remain waiting for

another promise or I will hide in the dark



I tried to rise

lika a wooden angel

to free myself

from maternity of failures

blackened wings

deprived of half of their fethers quills

will not be able to conquer

gravitation of fate