I’ve died in crystal curtains of December,
As flashing lightning fallen down from skies
To – farewell kiss of streetlights’ fading amber,
To – dirty snow. To – the end of lies.
I’ve died. And – nothing farther to remember.
Life after life? “We welcome you aboard…”
I’ve died. From now – nothing holds so tender
Like ashen ruins of imagined lores.
I’ve died. Don’t call me – ghosts ain’t got no gender.
Another life – after the end of love.
I’ve died – in latter days of last December.
Life after life? Just realize that I’ve…
I’ve died in crystal curtains of December.
In shy eclipse of – sorrow. Love. And – amber?..