evening

Hugging my pillow,
Touching the phone,
Connections inside,
Known, deeply unknown,
Candle`s deem light near icons with hope,
Cursed with a hidden big portion of dope.
Tell me, The Mother of Those who Sorrow,
Can children of earth humbly, rarely borrow
Truthful relation, sincere incite,
Can we be real and feel what is right?
Do true feelings exist or the story was made
 To make us desire and weeping and wait?
My angel was silent, flew out and cry,
Whispering prayers through starry black sky.


Full cup inside temple of life,
Sip small portion,
Wide ocean, ready to dive,
Stronger motion,
Green bottle of joy in the space-
No conscience,
Reflects in the broken long days,
Lost emotions,
Dark glass  of bitter- sweet  love,
Nauseous morning ,
Feel down don`t see light above,
 Cause alcoholic,
Full pan of forgiveness for me,
Weighs down  heavy  ,
To carry the burden of we,
Tougher  Navy.
Hot desert.I met you, my stranger,
Don`t feel any kind of a danger,
Need water of tender attention,
To release inside muscles tight tension.