The First Summer Snow

The black flame of faith

dances within me.

Life is forbidden

on this overpopulated island.

I didn't learn anything

in those thirty years

of my childhood.

The antipodes that could be

our hearts are not our love.

I'm begging solitude

for a little shade,

but the sun is shining greedily today.

My dreams of private compassion

are insatiable.

Life is still looking at you

from the mirror.

The first summer snow is falling

in my heart.

I invited my favorite Death for coffee

yesterday, but she came back too late

as usual.

I believe that

somewhere out there,

above the clouds, God is sobbing

black, cold tears.

The eternity in which I woke up

cannot go on forever.

Reviews

[Lathen Griffiths]

A very deep piece of writing Katarzyna, I particularly liked your lines “ I believe that
somewhere out there,
above the clouds, God is sobbing
black, cold tears.”

Regards

Lathen