Honesty and Trust – two birds
lured God’s Chirping into ears.
Truth is wrapped in fist and herds,
Hedge of Furies disappears.

Tongue’s too blunt to cut a swath,
timid, numb – a swelter’s near.
Soul is wicked, bold and loath
to accept incoming Fear.

Flat your fingers – birds will come,
feed them till is no leftovers -
blessing way to treat your chum,
herded Truth reverts to Drovers.

Time plays game with Life’s Fatigue –
“Who is first to push the edges?”
Passing border’s bright and quick,
new birds - fledging, nests - on ledges.

Desperate attempts to flee
form the battles for Conclusions.
Where is that Heaven’s lee,
Bridge of Hopes over Illusions?

20 Липня 2007