MY LIFE
How did it get so late so soon?
It is ephemeral time
like the longest distance
between
two unmatched places .
Between
withering suns
and wet moons.
Between
forgiveness of sins
and sacrificial virtues.
That distance,
studded with roses
and with thorns.
That time I’ve wasted
for my desires
that makes it so vital…
In vain.
Clouds, grey…
Wisdom pulses in the veins…
The time licks
my wrinkled hand,
looking into my eyes
like a faithful dog
seeing the imminence of his deed –
the time itself with my help.
Is it too early or too late
to understand –
the most precious thing there is
I’m all I have.
© Natalia Govsha
ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY 