First autumn day…

…has fall from unknown
through the eye that never slept
in the frozen silver mornings
First day I felt it in my blood
in my eyes and in my soul –
then I lived it
alone in a white rainbow
The drop from the sky pleased is to fall
on the track of a memory …
to give birth to it!
I lost myself in what I call
THOUGHTNESS…
then I felt the abyss of a dangerous plunge
The peak of one sensation and
the love for people
shakes me
The autumn lily
throws down its pollen
in the hope-cup I’m drinking of…
Then I’ve got drunk from the passion
of unknown and suffering of what we call
LOVE…
Someday I will build the museum
of wax shapes
of the memories –
then I’ll be the Evil Demiurge!!!
What will remain will be just
the reminiscence of the memories
All that has been
will be no more...
All that will be no more
will not have been...