Through Times

Softly we start dying
From the chamber of souls
We slowly run after poppies
We call the dawns, the dusk, the nights
We pull the world’s curtains
The black
Souls
The light of rain can still wash
In the heavenly pool
Of the word –
The black, the nights, the dusk, the dawns
Light of Horeb heights
From light
Comes light – heavenly pool.