I Call

I Call

I’m not interested in whatsoever “Others”

Will say or feel, or – who knows?! – even think,

In what as “Massive” is credited by Masses

That blinded could be by a distant Blink,

In Expectations’ Fallacies or Falsehood,

In Rise of Falling, Soaring of Crawl,

And “Must” embodied in the Words “we-all-could”,

And “Sound of Glory” that Trumpeter stole.

I won’t let them judge me and condemn me

For Love of mine that cannot they forgive –

Let perish all pretending and ordaining:

I came to say that “Love” for me means “Live”.

Life encompasses what was once forever

The same that One replaces ghostly “All”:

For me that’s You – and no one is braver,

Than Soul that Someone as “Beloved” call!..