Your Home Is Your Memory... Poem by Tim Sal

Is it still summer or already autumn has come so unexpectedly in the middle of the dream?
Like a wounded swallow I'm falling down on your roof just to get closer to you.
Everything is silent ‘cause all the words are used up though nothing has been said.
You've just turned around and walked out of sight like the clouds disappear somewhere after a thunderstorm out in the blue.

You said you loved but that's only words you tried to make seem true.
The dreams are all to pieces, the hopes are apart, there's no way to bind them together and make grow.
Although the trees have died, my love's alive and it lives among their bare bodies.
I'd like to find a desolate island but all I find is that emptied heart of yours.

You think I'm dead but it's my shadow who keeps on looking after you and doesn't let you get into troubles.
I can unlock my grave for you but are you ready to leave this life as I did it and never regret?
You think it's only darkness and blackness in here but there's always the light one can't reach in the far-away world,
And follow the same road as on the earth but it's a bit higher and harder to forget.

You are afraid to live, it's easier to die and find again the friends you've lost.
I'm made of your sweetest dreams and I've come from your best wishes and hopes,
I'll give you a hand to hold on, strong as the winter wind that kills the life around.
You're even weaker than the first ray of the Sun in spring, and your weakness only grows.

Once at midnight when nobody sees me I'll give you a sign so that you knew I'm here, I can help.
I know you don't care cause I'm everywhere, my scent is in the lilacs' touch in the wind,
Caresses in the warmth of the Sun you've tried to sell but nobody wished the world being burnt by love,
So you just substituted the hot Sun by the cold Moon and made all happy, and got money bought a drink.

I wish you'd bought my life and made me by this a servant or a slave
So that I had to be with you through days and nights though thanks to you there're no days and more.
Perhaps it's harder in the night to see your eyes, they are the Sun for me, the most precious treasure.
It's worth nothing in teh world but I could pay a great price to see them by door.

You feel the rain, your home is your memory and reminiscence you still keep.
You see the yellow light of hope, you see it's dying though I keep the breath of fire.
I'll cross my chest for you with something like a knife if you just call and ask to drink.
You hate to live, so go to the beach as I once did, and watch the sinking of your odd desire...

Then enter the cold water, go farther and count the waves and close your eyes and think about me,
My naked heart against the body of the river, the way I tried to catch another wave
Until it covered me, until it I stopped to breathe, until my heart stopped beating,
Until you gave me the last kiss and watched me drowned like a stone and then led me to my grave...

I know noone will be to kiss you on the beach, but don't be afraid to meet another shore.
Olkhon be a warmer coast, I'll be there, I'll greet you with a kiss,
I'll share my luck with you and fill your heart with some new meaning you never ever felt.
I'll give a pair of wings to fly to the sun, for a spring, to sail with the cool breeze.


You feel the rain, your home is your memory and reminiscence you still keep...