MissTick
Thingish Things

How often do you have this feeling: you're standing in a crowd, talking to someone and suddenly notice a motion afar - you look there and see someone so familiar...someone, you haven't seen for centuries...you not sure, if it's them or what they are doing in the place, where you least expected them to be...Then, while you've tried to figure out all that and decided what are you gonna do about it, you look again - and there is no one there anymore...Was it a hallucination? Or maybe – just – your though of them, that took them out of realm and brought close to you? Or, perhaps, it was just an illusion? Or maybe –your wish...

Over my street for many-many years there sound the steps – my friends leaving forever. The slow exodus of all my dear friends takes from the dark by windows its favour...Oh, constant loneliness, how tough are manners yours! While glimmering with compasses your ruthless, How mercilessly you lock the fatal circles, not listening to explanations useless. Let me stay tiptoe in your woods of grace – in that far end of movement, slow measured – Find your fresh leaf and take it to my face, and feel the orphanage as the unearthly pleasure. Grant peaceful silence of your libraries, tunes of your concerts, rigorous and proud, And, sapient, I will forget all them – the ones who’s dead and who’s alive till now. I’ll recognize and wisdom and regret, objects entrust me their meanings, hidden, And Nature, weakly leaning to my shoulders, will tell me all her secrets of sweet children. And only then, from dark and grievous lands - the lands of ignorance that yore ruled here - The gorgeous features of my dear friends will come in sight once more and disappear.