Ten thousand years of pain

I am the one whose hands are filling the pages
With signs unnumbered
I am the voice approaching to sages
In rhymes of thunder
I am the lidless mind
The Justice blind

I am the petal in the blossom in the garden of forbidden
Trees
And the puzzle of the single dreams in the merciless
Eternity
And you are nothing but a wink

Eyes in delight wrapped with a kiss of smoke
A gentle molecular stroke
The light – the tool one you invoke
Daren’t pass
The cursed untrodden paths to choke
Twilight invincible
Sons and daughters
Confined in slaughter

Salty droplets scattering the flicker in facets of gems
Of pure hopeless dismaying sorrow
Morrow is the time to bring the vapid joy and calming gladness
Through entity of yours – oceans of sadness

In these fire-licked, time-rippled pages
Storms of alchemy boiling the suffering
And mighty whirls of toxic fumes in
Sparks on the silk-shroud o’er night sky

Your sickness pours as rain
Through thousands of years in…