The ember

Олимпия Янковская
Grey sky... Heavy clouds...
But it's so deep high,
that you feel how the sky is hugging you...
There are no doubts
and no need to ask why.
I sorted everything out,
All the things are in their place,
I know the things which before I never knew.
I could tell you about,
but you aren't in this space.
In my floating universe
turned upside down
where there's no mess anymore, just truth.
The truth of quiet sadness,
softly walking around,
sometimes playing in its corner,
sometimes coming to remember,
but the memories of the past are so smooth,
there's nothing to mourn,
just to warm the soul near the ember...