Lyrista


The split in the walls of Time
Widens, and you walk through
Corridors, eons, new…
Why can’t I come with you?

Up towering heights you climb
Seeking infinity
Far, in a sky-black sea…
Left here on Earth is me.

And you hear the centuries’ chime
Caroling, one by one,
Tolling our Time’s now done:
Hope that is left…is none.

For now that you’ve vanished








M, I’m
Pining in this bleak place,
Dreaming about your face
Lost—untraced—in space.
1981


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  1. Jiří David JečmínekMarch 23, 2023 at 11:18 PM

    Velmi zvláštní Pí Dagmar je ovšem také básnířka a čeho jsme oba, ona a já (ne "iá" smajl) - schopni je "vesmírné" , ergo "Ve hvězdách" nikoliv však v jejím případě "hvězdné" ... Ječmen...

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