I'm drowning in my despair
It's dark freezing current
Forcing itself into me
Thru the opening you've made
Devouring everything live
It has created desert-
Shiny obsidian, cold
Out of my crying soul
Glass beads of your untimely favors
Sparkling and cruelly handsome
Rarely hit polished surface
Clear as tears against Obsidian Light
These drops are gliding freely
Leaving trail of emptiness
For it's impossible to catch
With smoothly emptied Plateau...
And falling slowly one after another
They'll modify this jewel
Black, opaque and breathing
It will become...just dead?...
17 October 2000
Tatiana Malinko©2001