On the Roadways of the Sky
On the roadways of the sky,
we are not even the butterflies
even though some say candle about Sun
and God is not recognized in the Earthly House.
We are bragging of companion worlds,
shaky beings yes, we are
and not even butterflies –
only jealous of their flight.
As the burning candle soon expires,
so is our might
and the idle is desire -
we are masters in the empty House.
Dedicated to dame Szymborska
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