Very Soon

Forsaken seat will wait,

Golden cypress, veiled in fog – observe

Sasanqua will yearn after the touch and sound

Of intimate voices

Chestnuts will cast away its leaves – obediently,

On mouldy earth surface – and listen to

Intoxicated camion’s engine,

Fraught with belongings

Human murmur woven in sobs

Vanishing –

In uncertain direction

——

Rooms will become naked – shameless

Stained carpet disinfected

Old portraits adorn in garlands will lose their faces

Behind locked doors all will fall into forgetfulness,

All except contours of loved memories

——

Very soon,

Quiet dwellers of cracked walls will celebrate

Victory over veil of emptiness an self delusion

Moths will flutter around – unhurried

Fields creatures will return, find a new entrance

And winter won’t be as cold as the last one

——

Very soon,

A stranger will open the front door

Push his possessions into the corners,

Fill the vacant space with aromas,

Aged as his own wrinkled face

And when hot impressions lose the warmth

His smile will fade away

In the mirror of someone else’s –

Shattered dreams