It Strong
It would be nice to hold in a hand
The skull from the past own life,
Of memories’ absence amend,
Partaking rebirth of the drive,

And put fragments-bones apart,
Once fallen, together in flesh,
Of Dream resurrecting a smart
Deep-feeling spiritual dash!..

The skull let be wrapped in a scalp
To plant Universe underneath:
Let memories flow and run,
Creating of impulses’ Myth,

Let be recollected Recalled,
The rest, the Forbidden, forbid,
May someone be now appalled –
You’ve something announced and did!..

The One that of breath so deserves,
And longing to get it so long:
Just hold it in hand, like a Rose,
Partake of her odor, be strong!..