Sunset

Distance -- without end. Oats whisper, lazily sway. And the heart once again waits impatiently for the same daydreams. Clouds are hidden in pale, wine-gold sorrow and, having created a fringe with her arc of fire, burning silver, the red-gold sun set... And sacred emotion flies again along the yellow cornfields, whispering like the oats: "Soul, submit: the day has ended in the middle of a golden feast. And on the fields of foggy bygone days a shadow is cast. The tired world falls into peaceful sleep, and ahead nobody will long await the spring. And you, do not wait either. There is nothing... And there will be nothing... And you will die... The world will disappear, and God will forget it. Why do you wait?" Clouds are hidden In the mirror-like flame-radiant distance and, having created a fringe with her arc of fire burning crimson, the enormous sphere, bowing, burns above the cornfield rose crimson. A shadow is cast. Oats rustle, lazily sway.

I was walking home bent and tired, my head down. I discerned a far-off, cherished call from the back of time. I heard: "Your sorrow is passing by, whirling away like a dream." I looked into the distance -- a web of gold and radiant threads was stretched in the azure-blue I heard: "And time rolls up like a scroll... And everything -- is asleep... For clear, pure tears, for spiritual happiness, for everyday life, my fallen son, my half-son, I call you..." So I stood -- happy, meek. From the clouds of dust above the distance of cornfields rise a golden amber ray.

Breaking loose, an ear bows. The smell of cool evening. In the distance a fading voice sadly summons difficult times.

It summons anxiously, indistinctly to the place where a castle in the sky, and puffs of gliding cloud float eastwards above a cornfield.

A sunset striped with crimson fades in the distance beyond the mountains. The golden ocean crashes around us in the drunken radiance.

And the world, burning low, feasts, and the world glorifies the Father, and the wind caresses, kisses. Kisses me endlessly.