© 04-04-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
Outside the noon on ether floats,
on waters blue becomes the scope,
saddened 's the glance and our quotes,
- past winters have maintained my hope.
How well aloneness underlined
rephrasing lyrics we have heard,
tall mountains then, composed and rhymed
your postal letters winds conferred.
Gusts' voices howl out to adjoin
with what once was a gracious fare;
the road shines wet - a silver coin
that once received your touch and stare.
Adventive solitude - eyes' glint,
above the monumental stones,
the gray granite, beige slate and flint
old epigraphs and ancient thrones.
My abstract algorithms define,
verse-carved - my lines and surreal,
extortionate my bounds to appeal.
Cause I'll be taller than the wind,
your solemn reasons to avow
expended are my lives that sinned,
rose thorns the red drops drop from brow.
Ideal and unworth' I phrase
how pride adorns the beds of blooms,
what our symbolical embrace,
and apotheosis assumes.