На Крыльях Надежды : Поэзия. Избранное

I don't know why I feel I amOnce lived through all of this - and thenI have forgotten who I was,Who were my friends, who were my foes,

How I was called, and how I died …This feeling does constantly bite,But still my memory is mist …It's like I start with empty list.

And yet some sparks of former lifeFeel very old the time I diveInto reflection of myself -And this makes squeeze my soul nerve.

I feel I once had many names …Are these but dreams, just madness games?I might have gone completely mad,

But these feelings long have bred.

I worn them all, they were like clothesFor man with many names I wasAnd many faces I once had …I am, no doubt, truly mad.

How one can live the endless lifeAnd pass through death … and still survive?

And still in times remember thatAnother own name he had?

They are all mine, I once were them,All these persons in the pram,Like were-man I always shift …Is it a curse, is it a gift?

Is there is one beyond them all

That is my only truly goal,The one, who never had the name,The Nameless One … are we the same?

I will remember once them allFor this is only worthy goal …The time will come, I'll pass through flamesTo be the Man Of Many Names.

04.05.2008

Phoenix