If you ever remember The River’s name,
Reflections of Sky are falling apart ,
Procession of ages flow to the ground ,
Shattering on Rocks, where the LightHouse’s flame…
Should you place the Light on the Pole of Noon,
That is shining through the heavy mist,
Towards The Edge of The Seven Seas,
With the Milky Way never gazing at moon…
Rivers of sky are swirling into the Lake of Vain…
Your eyes are wide open, you fate is tugged :
You’ve been never forsaken or ever been loved,
Irreversible stream doesn’t remember the name …
10 Feb 2024.