It Strong

It Strong

It would be nice to hold in a hand

The skull from the past own life,

Of memories’ absence amend,

Partaking rebirth of the drive,

And put fragments-bones apart,

Once fallen, together in flesh,

Of Dream resurrecting a smart

Deep-feeling spiritual dash!..

The skull let be wrapped in a scalp

To plant Universe underneath:

Let memories flow and run,

Creating of impulses’ Myth,

Let be recollected Recalled,

The rest, the Forbidden, forbid,

May someone be now appalled –

You’ve something announced and did!..

The One that of breath so deserves,

And longing to get it so long:

Just hold it in hand, like a Rose,

Partake of her odor, be strong!..