As I've promised -
With love and gratitude to Bosie

The Place Promised in Our Early Days

I’ve always feared The Distance
To be separated by Space and The Earth
I’ve always wonder who’ll capture the proof of existence
And borrow my Dust to the dissimilar hearth

Thus, Space between us drifts further and further apart
Altering me to spinster, sentimental and tart
But tonight – reminiscences have waked: fall’s odour of breeze
On a carpet of gory – together to languish, to pine and to wheeze…
Recall, hoping shoulder to shoulder; an umbrella by raindrops hit
A New Moon later, like one possessed I mad a fatal flit
Then losing my head, yearning to share softness of soil spring
And so when The lights’ve gone out? All alone, did You feel peace?

Cool wind after lectures?
The chalkboard erases, or that’s false conjectures?
The sound of truck passing by, scaring me to grayish…
A putrid smell, an asphalt in the rain – The grave my mother’ve chosen when I perish
Immortally flying blindly into the abyss
Creatures of The Milky Way, the so-called Adam’s sons hiss: «Dismissss…»
Despite believe therein lies answer to universe’s mystery
The chasm – great hatred aims to break our heart, still we’ve all come from the history…
Surely, we far, very far apart, yet it might be thought can overcome The Distance
Nevertheless, just memory can smash resistance

If for an instant, something like that could happen: what would I think?
What would You?
Oh, probably there’ll be one thing in that very blink

Say: «I am there» -
Beyond the clouds, the promised place, mere.

Your Oscar