My life is racing with time

I’m running
beyond the boundaries of this world
behind the turn
of love and death

On the walk I wobble like willows
crying in the abandoned park
nature blows up with colours
It’s free like a wind
Men come and go
In an empty house everyone is a stranger
I don’t want to run without You

I turn
into the tunnel
without exit

park like an old clock
stopped
over time
trees told their stories
moved by the fate of a stone
leaves played
like notes
in the autumn sonata
everything has its sense
and a new beginning

set me free
in the summer salsa
calm the heat
sway
in the sounds
of the summer
I’m fragile
like the porcelain doll
hide me
from the world

white horses jumped  
from the black thoughts
closed
in the open window
they rush play  
grow in a dream
sharp words
fall into memory
wound
outside the existence

white horses
run
helpless
in infinity

cats at the table
purr at the poetry book
as if playing jazz:
furry philosophers
analyzing human art?

the fluffy dog
searching for the cone and stick
in the nearby park
plays happily with the wind,
neglecting the flow of time

fairy fantastic Irish setter
wrapped in a dream
cuddled with life
maestro of being
beyond words
playing with time in the park
barking at eternity
in the fur of a man