The age of light ended,
Hatred turned into water,
And there are no any words on sand.
She awakes and draws crosses on icons.
Saints are laughing,
And are waiting for september.
She comes into the world,
And waits till the Sun will rise
Again...
Angel 6.
Yield thy eyes to me
Thy light and warmth
The subterranean coldness forces to seek
The wind
The famine urges to emerge…
Cold…
Cold…
Cold!
Who dost thou hide beneath thy crosses?
Whose dreams are bothering the tree roots?
Cold…
Angel 7.
The smell of a new God
Is lurking amongst the flowers
That are losing their poison.
I have seen
The roots of the stones
Drag the sky beneath the soil…
11:35:42 | January 23, 2007 |