Zmitri

Zmitri

Black forests cover the depths
of orbs, deep brown wells beneath
ridges that question my sanity.

It's been three lifetimes of planets
since my voice twitched your lobes.
Four spans of the universe's collapse,
since I begged your forgiveness.

Imploding once more, I implore,
Young-keeper-of-all-that's-inane,
five moments of tears for those years.

Black locks confirm what brown eyes deny ...
my betrayal. Deep brows and deaf ears
hear my true sorrow. Zmitri,
I'll come back for you.


© Kåre Enga

catalogue number: [163.222]