just a few lame poems by yours truly

All of these were inspired by hours of listening to "Piper at the gates of dawn"... as well as by Syd's life... as well as m own life, really. Hope it all is at least *somewhat* readable. I felt a little shy sharing this on the Internet... but after all, I get royalties for that were I live, so in the end I figured, why not...

"Out of the depths" may seem more sinister and less colorful than the others... it's from a different collection and was written during an especially bad time.

Peace to all.

* * *

The dawn is fresh and brisk.
A strong cold wind
blows, bending the bloodied grasses, into scarlet infinity.
And no-one suffers because someone else is hurt,
his soul weakened by a mortal wound.
I measure with my stare the piercing distance
that, like a door into an unfamiliar, strange land,
guards someone's dreams...
I'm torn apart inside,
but I'm aware that the eternal seed
that I have carried earlier, and sought to sow in others,
will blossom at some time at least in one man's heart.
And now what's left to me is watching that red fire,
and welcoming, in the freedom of despair,
the entrance into the scarlet gates of the unknown.
..........
The dawn is flaming hard,
and in those flames I shall immerse myself,
and fade forever...

* * *

My soul, what ever do you want?..
For many days I have found no place for myself,
for many days my eyes have been trying the ground.
My soul no longer agrees to stay inside me,
leaks out of my fingertips
into the wide world.
I fly with the seagulls in the sea of blue, bend my green thin body in the wind,
fall in a thousand raindrops and feed the rich soil.
Once I have been like anyone, simple and strong,
and thought I knew something about something...
But then one day a something unspeakable touched my heart,
and the sky poured into my eyes.
Since then, I speak not, become what I sense,
and harbor the whole world in my breast.
I'm so tired... why this torment
of being torn into a thousand living parts?..
Or maybe it is just that my soul, wishing to leave my body,
wants to grow as grass out of the earth?..

Out of the depths

When my ways had tangled themselves
into an indiscernible maze
I stood in silence that rang golden
before your shut doors
wondering what should I do next.
I had no other place to go.
Then we stood for so, so long
sinking in quiet evening light
you stretched out a hand
through ages of oblivion -

And centuries passed after centuries
worlds flashed times and spaces
we walked unmeasured distances together
the earth itself perished many times
and was born again
new tribes were born and gone
and kingdoms fought, fell, appeared...

The ray of sunlight played with a grain of dust
in middle of the room.
And the silence was a window into gray eternity.

Just one moment when everything happened
one moment that contained the whole world -
I knew what I knew long ago,
but now everything was decided for me,
and maybe it was meant to be that way...

* * *

Pitch darkness has fallen on the whole earth.
Where am I?.. What is happening to me?..
Only from the stars long rays are spreading,
penetrating through me down to the ground.
Maybe I'm dying, or maybe it's just that the world as I knew it is done,
I do not know.
Someone's dark hands, twisting, are reaching towards me,
and the earth wavers under my feet.
And, pierced by silver light,
on the edge of an abyss I stand swaying,
my eyes dripping black pain
for eveyone and everything I ever knew...
I have no strength left anymore...
let darkness come and swallow all.

* * *
The endless spaces sing their ancient song,
and my whole being rejoices with it.
I cannot let go with my eyes
of the fields, sinking in pink light,
which drips down from my face.
I see the Sun, rising slowly,
raising the veil of day,
staring like God's eye through me into the unknown.
And I become not myself anymore, and turn
into a source of love and light,
or is it the Sun, reflecting in my heart,
flowing fire in my blood?..
To any creature that shall come up first
I'll give the whole of my being, leave nothing behind.
I want to do this now,
for I feel I may not live after this day.
So burn, my soul, in those flames!
They bring freedom, for which I long.
It's sweet to give myself away, and fade...
And even though tomorrow I shall disappear,
I could've embraced the world for this pink light and peace today.
Goodbye, and take my love...

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"If only with my eyes, I could
Grow, like these leaves, into the depth..." - Sergey Yessenin