Oh, Princess,
I missed you like crazy,
dying of Winter cold,
graving.
I turned into shadow.

With your lips made of light
kiss me back to life,
save me.

How beautiful you are,
how bright green are your eyes,
and how sparkling are diamonds
in your tiara.
And your floral dress again
drives me
crazy.

Turn me
into cherry blossom tree.
Skylark me, robin me into the song,
iris me, moisten my stalk.
Breastfeed me day and night,
like a new born baby -
I am one.

Spring me, May me
one more time. Make me
young and free.

The sun is out, the sky is blue,
but Summer, Summer, oh, where are you?

Girls are wearing light dresses, they are see-through,
in a busy gardens flowers shine and bloom,
but Summer, Summer, oh, where are you?

Elderly men are sitting in the park,
secretly watching women walking by,
drinking their coffees, so ready to die.

Children are enjoying sunshine,
jumping and dancing in the square,
but Summer, Summer, oh where are you,
where?

People who shout deserve no sympathy,
shouting is stupid, callous, rude, and cheap.
Nothing good can come out of it, but bad,
it made those shouted ones scared, frightened, stressed.
Honestly, shouting's the worst thing, I guess.

Those husbands yelling on their caring wives,
they don't deserve to be loved, should be banned
from getting married, making women cry.
Or fathers shouting on their kids. Oh no,
they don't deserve to see them, oh they don't!

Not only them, but anyone with voice
raised to the level of barbaric noise,
should have their shouty mouths zipped, forcefully,
if they don't want to calm down, quiet be.
It is a matter of human dignity.

People who shout should go to prison, yes,
punished for making other's lives a mess.
Look at dictators, they shout to terrorize
their own people, they are never nice,
most of them are just heartless psychopaths.

I don't hate anyone, for it's not fair,
but people clamouring - I can't stand them.
Shouting to do is a very shallow thing,
sign of pure lack of common decency,
barbaric, rude, inhuman, callous, cheap.

If you do shout, please keep away from me,
and I will keep away from you, I will,
for life's too short to live under the thumb
of shouting idiots, monsters, psychopaths,
barbaric, rude, inhuman, callous brats.

At night,
when all sounds of life disperse
in universe of silence, in the distance I can hear
arising, painful scream of the earth,
like a howl of a pregnant woman
whose baby is being cut from her womb.
Unbearable howl.

It gradually dies
with the first ray of the morning light,
with an airplane engine through the sky,
with noise of cars, people's rushing steps in the street,
happily singing birds, and pop music
from a window.

He acted like Prince.
He knew that it doesn't take much
to have them on their knees,
blind.

People, when given a choice,
make always the easiest one.

Now he's dead,
they're crying for him.
I'm crying for
them.

Turn off the radio, listen carefully
what rain is trying to tell you.
Psst, focus now, don't breath,
rain is whispering you something.
But you have to be all ears
to hear it. Now, it's almost clear.
Rain is telling you its secret away.
Psst, it is whispering, letter by letter,
try to catch them and put them together
in a sound. It's clinking now quite loud,
now is your chance, or never.
If you don't get it now, it will be lost
forever.
Hang on,
and?
Oh, you've missed it out
now it's gone. But don't worry.
Not only you.

Try next time.
That's all you can do.

It was sad to see this city lights faded, believed to be neverfading.
It was sad to say goodbye to them, leaving the city,
darkness-blind, looking for roads and ways out.
Soon other cities and towns around got covered by black coat,
it was like a domino effect – everything just got shut down,
and there was no horizon to reach by eyes,
only moon and stars – their lights were dim too.

I stucked in the dark middle of nowhere,
I heard people’s voices in the far calling me out,
but I was beyond the reach and so did they.
I was waiting for a miracle, but soon realized
that miracles don't like us to just wait on them,
they need our help to happen.

After a while I started looking for a lighter.
I found one and lit it up, and I saw
other flickering lights in some distance from here – dispersed.

I decided to follow them and they started to follow each other,
tiny flames were getting closer each other – gathering,
til they created a big bright spot, it became bigger and brighter,
turning the city into a light again.