A golden-winged bird
Here the glow of the stars\nis slowly turning into rust\nthe eyes are covered with cataracts...\nYou are immobilised but still alive\nJust laying in the grass...\nImagine\n better not\n what is the thought?..\n\nI've hold a moment in my chest...\nAn echo in my soul \n"You've lost your nest, \nYou've lost your nest...\nYour nest"\nIs there a chance? \nThere is no chance...\nForget the past, forget the rest,\nForever broken is your heart,\nit's hard, \n too hard...\n how to restart?..\n\n\nI'm burned...\n\nA dream,\nwhich just in vain will not come true:\nWhile I am going through...\nA golden-winged bird's swinging\non a rowan branch...\nA century ago \nOne sage once told me...\nHold your dream -\n In hot in cold in frost \n just hold it.\n What am I capable to handle?..\n\nOne freezing night...\nNo more delight...\nAgain...\nOne more...\nThe war is going on\nsomewhere inside in parallel with me\nAnd I can't stop it.\n Stop it \n Stop it.\n\nA little frost\nthe branch is trembling,\nthe juice of berries oozes to the ground...\nThe golden-winged bird is afraid of sound\nThe bird of peace is terrified by view...\nOne move of tired wings...\n Maybe, a few...\n Away she is...\n Am I renewed or resurrected?\n\nAnd when I finally exhale, \nI'm all dried up, evaporated.\n\nI've hold a moment of that joy\n in my chest...\nAnd I can't breathe\nI am alright with this...\nIs it a dream, reality or mist? \n What is the gist?\n \nIt's waiting for its time.\nYou'll see the sign...\nThe inner calling.\n\nThere, where the glow of stars\nis slowly turning into rust\nI saw again in parralels of rain\nThe golden-winged bird...\nAnd I heard \nIts magic singing...\n\nIf not so,\nwhy am I living?..