A Poem by V.Ulea from her collection of poem Lunar Rhapsody
Music by Vad Chariton
Artworks by Izya Shlosberg, http://www.artfact.net/izya/bellart/g...
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You wake up at night and think: What was it?
The sound of time comes from the wall.
You pull back the curtain. The moon is frozen
And stuck with its scalp to the iron vault.
The night is deep. The winter is longer
Than life if you stubbornly wait for its end.
The blizzard approaches its stormy organ.
You listen, and secretly wonder: When?
The date is unclear. The laws of nature
Are unreliable. So is the mind.
Its always trapped whatever it ventures,
Revealing again its ephemeral might.
Your bodies hang quietly in your closet.
Your spirit is wandering along the rooms.
Your mind is perturbed: What was it? What was it?
Your heart knows the answer, but only booms.
