Forgotten Bells

Forgotten bells I wake up before bells and faint dreams There are many days that I don’t want to wake up I feel that I want to fly to the oblivion And repeatedly wakes me up the prayer of love But I cannot paint the length of the night I go and come together with the wind through the season veins At the grave of father Fishta I could find none of my bones As in black and white celluloid I touch the corps of the re-departure One another final way of infinite pains Over the thousand days I don’t know who is killing me more The misfortune diagnosis above the sky I cannot kiss either Sugar in blood of anemic books Verse lung cancer Or soul letters tumor I feel so close to the end of the beginning As the bells that are not ceasing once There is so much hunger for freedom and thirst for another life And I cannot decode the Becket’s mask into Dante’s circles All those whom I love don’t turn me their backs Prayer roses into a dry spring without heart To open the door I want, there, where angels suffer in silent tears And, even in the end of the end of the beginning Do not ever stop lullabies for the cradles Don’t ask me for more while I breathe the air as Lasgushi Do not make prayers into mornings and evenings with lots of anxiety And if nothing and at all you will remember Nor the buried poet and people with a lots of wounds Damn me once with voice of the soul There, where bells play funeral announcements Although, we don’t recognize the length of the day and the darkness kills And, often we would not want to wake up from the curse of the nights Repeatedly we are greeting the day Forgotten within loneliness but closer to the language of God