Oh Sea of Misery and Sorrow,
your salty waters – cry and thirst.
I’m tracing wind on waves of morrow –
a story high and blindly cursed.
I caught my breath while thoughts were sinking.
The hook's pure love and bait so sweet…
The gasp is pale from constant shrinking,
from drinking silence, smoking greed.
What should I do with fishy creature?
Unhooked – set free inhaling truth.
The frame of chest, a sighing preacher,
spells out disparity and ruth.
His prayers – flaws to shutter soundness,
when nothing left in heart to lose.
Existence tightly bounds to roundness,
an ear is seizing windy blues.
I’m full of catching, empty-handed
is abyss in Heartbroken Bay.
And land is luck. One-handed bandit,
as lighthouse, showing me the way.
Wind’s free in flying, numb to throbbing
and I can sense his jump-and-dive.
There is no time for blues and sobbing,
when breath is taken from my life.
April 23, 2008
Copyright ©2008 Iouri Lazirko