My life’s unscripted by duress
Of selfish, circuitous emotions,
Desires to enchant, impress
Or love-inducing secret potions…
I do not play by written rules
Of gentle and polite engagements,
Harsh whip, sweet carrot – aren’t my tools,
I shun connections and arrangements.
Where seas meet everlasting sky,
Where runes write their own story
Of wondrous deeds and days gone-by
Of ancient, though long-faded glory…
There lies my path with marble set,
Wrought by the craft of mighty hands,
That leads to yet unknown lands,
Beyond all thoughts, beyond regret…
There spirit my abides in peace
In kinship with the sundering seas...
p.s.: Response to “A Marble Run” by Лиловая Клякса http://www.stihi.ru/2008/05/17/3054
