dedicated to Morena Baccarin
I'm living in the letter's marks...
My voice mid signs sing, chant and tutor
But in the life... be silent, still!
Do not spend time – was, is and will –
In twaddle-babble! In the dark
The shade is lighter but won't beauter;
A vagrant with great ancient yarn
For spiteful misers as a looter.
Less heavy clouds, because lightsuitor,
My sky! Or rain falls under ark.
Has my words sacred aim? – It's super!
If not – to mute! Let-off! To hark!
I fly in legends as white hooper?
No – as white crow, eye till and till...
© Nemoybereg. 2003th year.