… and, you keep your eyes open at times all,
seeking the world’s leftovers in your name,
past Plato and Alexander - dreams have a higher toll,
dwellings have greater walls, fire has skyer flames.
… and you start talking softer - to a chosen few,
for the hope now is clad in the fortune’s veils.
Father of all is silent, father I never-knew,
Close, like never before - risen from holy-tales.