vocation

My tiny light house is blinking inside,
It's showing the  path on the destiny's ride,
Shine brighter, I am unable to be with   the  Lord,
The knotted long strings  did not  blend in  accord.

Drops of hot rain on the  tanned shoulders're dried,
My mind is not stable, far away flied.

On the  horizon, to the  marvelous sky,
Going backwards, I`ll drastically try:

To rich wounded hearts with blessed rhyming words,
To crash cruel stones with love hottest swords,

To unfreeze snow hills 

Of selfishness drills,
To warm up the  den,

To use magic pen,
Which writes on your heart, Transforming main card.

The echo of the storm's disappeared away,
I`m coming back home forever, to stay.


Swinging  back on the  wing of the blistery wind,
Soaking in  the grey rain,   legs are sprint.

The shower is  knocking on the thin roof,
Who are you, real mysterious goof?
Why were you brought to my life with a thunder?
Red- bluish lightening `s making me wonder:

Will we dry out from the  wet raining weather,
Are we becoming one body together?
One soul, one spirit, connected two nations -
Impossible move, fighting past generations
Will  not comprehend or approve fastest flight,
Not letting us live in reflection of light.

Hot light of the sinful and burning sensation,
Your love? Let me think, the Christian invention?
Transformed modern sacraments will send us to hell,
May earthly agreement let me to dwell?

Help us Natalia, Andrey, saints of marriage,
Hold for us us splitted illegal big carriage,
Pray for us, whisper the Will in the ear,
Don`t leave us alone, carry us near,
The blessed blooming earth, not far from the Heaven,
Forgive us not ones, up to seventy seven,
Straighten us up, bring calmly back home,
And bless my stupidity in long rhyming poem.