April

April This month is the fourth, an illusion New feelings, imagined perspectives Lie, only dream, a recurring phenomenon Nothing else, nothing special, trapped life Yes, life radiates from the swamp, dark light Swamp vapor is a sharp darkness. Dark sharpness This is my April. Walking in a lightless landscape There is sunshine, bird chirping, new greens, spring life A bench is still there, in life, in my life, a loved place; love I'm just sitting there, remembering the past, here the first time Time, the evil guard, soldier of the passing time, killer of my life Good to remember the deleted and destroyed theatre of shine It is so far an illusion, it is so far this illusion, time got past Time is April, but rolling film reels from the past, months, years, times This bench is a time. The lake is a life. Names on bench. They passed away I found them on my smartphone. Lived in London. Here. Not too far. Artists Their life was noble. Man and woman. I respect their marriage. I sat on their bench. Goodbye April Goodbye time Goodbye present Goodbye life Spring life, feeling Birds are singing Lives again lives The sky is blue Time, time Don’t do this Please My life is far Goodbye