Like rain plays notes on surface of a river,
The melody of Us still rises from within.
I’m thankful for unchaining gift to feel it,
All reasons lost in time where We begin.

I know there is an old dividing cause
For us to walk through life so separated,
That tortures hearts and somehow only grows
In our age, with fashionable hatred.

But love… has ways beyond all ever-brutal forces,
It seeps in every thought, in fabric of existence.
In past I look, and I see only roses
With their lasting, elegant persistence.

Forgive me… And I, maybe, can forgive you
For anger of your logic and belief.
Somewhere in time and space We do continue…
And World does rejoice, when We begin.

April 2026