Poezja

You will not abandon me, 
but kill me gently 
reciting a hymn. 
 
As if the speech was slurred, 
after the encounter. 
Time. It was not yours, not mine. 
 
Punctuated again in 
less moon, 
I am searching the frozen lake. 
 
Unuttered gratitude. I 
will not submit the ultimate. 
Barrier reef was rising. 
 
I sit alone 
down the lane. 
Waiting for the sunset.