RUSHING THROUGH THE DAYS

The days alternate like autumn with winter,

 or the darkness of night

 with the serene mornings,

 everything turns and moves,

 keeping the fleeting minutes

 of infinite time in a sane and circular motion,

 and so quickly the month of January,

 the month of foggy ice-armour,

 bitter in itself, flies before our eyes,

 with its nightmarish and visionary mystery,

 a little sneaking in magic 

that calls to itself the ghosts,

 

wandering shadows and curious goblins,

 we feel it too,

 if not in the depths

 of our ever-young souls,

 but in the supporting columns

 of the skeleton of the organism:

 in the system of our bones,

 that they can certainly 

and certainly well sense

 and feel the outbreaks

 and icy retreats of the weather. 

But perhaps, if we keep in our souls

 a tiny candle-light:

 the eternal candle of Humanity

 and Love, which,

 as a protective torch,

 seeks to help all who are in need,

 and hopes we may be

 on the way to the real truth:

 we must accept with understanding,

 if years, months,

 and days are passing,

 the need in human hearts,

that peace, tranquillity

 and harmony may always

 be renewed, for perhaps

 the most important thing

 is that we hold on to each

 other and for each other

 forever with the unbreakable

 bonds of eternal happiness and love.

 And what the gentle future,

 trembling on unsteady legs,

 may bring, perhaps even

 I do not know,

 but I try to live in the present 

with all the complexity

 of my hair and work on

 transmitting my creative spirit!