The Trust

Here is the light and your word,
- spiral candle on the table,
burning those rhymes of my Lord
is promise of this matter stable ?

How can one keep his eyes opened,
when is blindfolded by a feather,
under your arms like a slice of fear,
just for tonight smells of your leather

and inhales the story unknown yet?

And what if one day, this all is dust
Laying on furniture of elder house,
Living alone with a cat and a mouse,
how long can last unspoken trust?

I wont feed pain of any essence

Last spring brought rubbish from the trees,
spiral twist whistling, full of bees
scented flowers jumping on the streets
like there was one who my world completes

They say we should get what we gain
Some things just cannot happen again
hidden in bush since was my heart
vage, alerted right from the start

Yet to beloved I am giving wings
to fly with their shame and sins
Yet I don't judge what do I know,
sometimes truth comes to us slow

but I won't feed pain of any kind:

does it make stronger our mind ?