Just a poem

Евгений Киселев
Slash the flash...
... of astral flames,
Burning fire...
... visions claims,
Blackest velvet...
... of dark eyes
Summons thoughts...
... that sun arise.

Lies of eyes...
... you can’t foresee
Drowned in...
... forgotten sea;
Memories...
... put dust to dust
But evoke...
... forbidden lust…

Cries to skies...
... when all have gone;
Frozen winter...
... stole the sun,
Magic minutes...
... came to end,
And all words...
... are desert sand…

Newborn December
2003