You sit so peacefully before me:

Your hands rest, cold, upon your knees;

Your eyes half-closed, you smile a little,

Your breath so deep that I hardly hear it…


You must have gone again to wander

In pasts and futures, in nightmares and dreams,

To fight the bloodiest of battles

Against the mightiest of demons;


And as I watch your frozen figure,

I wonder if I know at all

What kind of mind and soul inhabit

This body and this heart of yours;


I sense you are both good and evil,

As short as time, as long as time;

I look, but cannot really see you,

I try to understand, but can’t;


You make me fear and make me hope that

Beyond your face, mine, and all others

There’s not a Dorian Gray’s portrait:

Instead, there is an emptiness called ‘god’

The Runaway Train

Endless rails sing your tale in the rain

And winds chase you aross empty valleys and plains;

Lonesome stations as if retreat into themselves

At no more than a hint of your name;


For as long as there’s fire in your metal veins

And ahead of you — space and more space,

You will fly like a dream through the day

Till the dreamer derails you, her runaway train


Another piece of you I bury

Between green folds of budding leaves,

Asleep tonight like all the people

Whose eyes with mine again won’t meet


And every memory of triumph,

And jabs of pain echoing in the mind,

Like letters to remain unopened

By human hand, I leave behind


My shattered heart’s razor-edged pieces

I have been planting as I walked,

Like seeds to grow from hell to heaven,

As I’ve been traveling the earth


They grow on giant timeless mountains

And in white sands beneath the seas,

On paths which men no longer follow

Because of where such paths might lead


Each piece in my chest with each heartbeat

I feel as it, defying time,

Sends me a quiet but sure signal

From the lives I’ve lived and the deaths I’ve died


I wish my heart were big enough to

Embrace each life and death there is,

But the world is a whole, while my heart – fragmented

So within the whole I plant the pieces


Until there’s nothing left of me

Behind the Mirror

I close my eyes, and slowly vanish

Into the void between my breaths,

And as if from behind the mirror

I see my face

As this of death;


She breaks free from the chains of names,

Cuts through the binding ropes of time,

Rips off the clothes of my ego,

And starts to move away,

Calling along my mind;


I scream at her:

You cannot go now!

Don’t leave just because you can leave!

Do not discard this destroyed body

When it still has more light to give!


These eyes again, please, help me open,

With night air fill this sunken chest,

I’m nothing but a cloud of smoke, but

I cannot cross the magic mirror,

And join you on your side yet