You in free verses

Автор: Лидия Каштанова


Look in the eyes of the seeker,

see yourself from inside out.

For the one who's asking is the answer.

Float in the sea that is you but separate from it;

fly in the skies over water -

let it be night skies over calm dark water -

you are the skies, you are the bird,

you are the moon and stars above.

Every eye that perceives you is you.

Coo and feel yourself become an echo;

roam inside of self.

The endless valley with broken pianos all over;

on every corner the pieces that left of someone

that you are no longer.

Go pass them, no need for them to be disturbed;

they are stones that give you weight but

one must not turn them over unless prepared

for what might come from under.

Leave it.

As it is. As you are.

Endless. Infinite. The only thing

that can be perfect is irrationality,

mathematically speaking.

Lucky you.