#candlestick
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 7/16/2018
The sun bows low,
putting out the candlesticks of time,
it decorates white altars,
therefore winter is already close.
Wieslaw Musialowski 15/10/2001
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 3:21 AM UTC
Selfish are the flames of the candles,
They don’t want to share their light.
They are waiting for miracles,
In the coldness of the bitter night.
The light will come,
When it suits them.
They are giving,
When they are receiving.
Bare the light for those who wish to seek it,
Hold the hand of darkness and bring it into the light.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
candlestick lying on the floor
and his candle goes by itself
and the fire swims
on the ceiling
under one's feet
under my eyes
ants got closer
they sing their song
the fire is no longer on fire
and my eyes are blue
go instead of him
under one's feet
under heaven
and today the time ran
everything became so chaotic
and time runs like a real runner
and the present runs away from the truth
but the truth and the present is not at all
never and never we have not been
25.07.18
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
candle wax drips
onto my soft hands
burning through,
it seems
but after a while,
i do not flinch
for the pain has become bearable,
feels good, even.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC