Rokita

Hear me now! Silently I am tearing the welkin
And in darkness I last, in a fright, against skies!
Nameless god - he had carven streams of light in my spirit.
Other god had me banished. And I fell on my back.

Like a resin I flow into wilderness' magic,
Squandering all my powers in the moonlight up high.
'Tis my dream and my strife: moonlit rye and the whirlwinds!
And that wild wicked hatred decorating the night.

So the endless fields whisper... And I - lover of soil -
I turn into white mist - just a scent without shape.
I do not ask for more, since the morning shall triumph
And uproot my desires with the Sun's godly shade.

Here and yonder, all breathless and all faint I shall perish,
Into nothing I'll go, lightless void, cold and vast.
Hear me now! Feel the power of my profane existence!
Against skies, like a hero, selfishly I still last!

13th of July 2004

The Walk Through Kościeliska Valley

They stood above me - proudly, overhanging themselves.
I thought that into darkness they'd fall, of my spirit.
In Kościeliska valley my visions were marching
And into dust - transforming themselves - were departing.
The ghost of mighty Tatra walked through the cloudy shelves,
Drinking the blood of river and trees that were near it.

And then this stream was flowing, awaking the silence.
The mists embraced the mountain tops with white enigma.
The echoes were reflected by the sunbathed ridges.
There was no end to dancing of shadows. Like midgets
They played with rays of sunlight through laughter and violence.
The worlds were overwhelming solar thunder's stigma.

Zakopane, 7th of August 2002

* * *

I do not care
of such paltry things
as god
eternity
or the meaning of life

for me
what really counts is
what is the most important

a moment
taste
touch
raindrop

2002

Landscape With A Girl

Mysterious as the element of mighty whispering woods,
Sweet as remembrance of the hay that once was quickly mown,
Beautiful like the ribbon of the summer eventide,
The girl walked through the field, dressed in the gentle wind alone.

The sunset in her eyes had painted longing for the stars,
Her cheek was kissed by coldness of upcoming summer night.
The girl was walking on and on, into the wild unknown,
Where sun was setting down and hiding all its sacred might.

The crescent moon was bathing in the lake that laid nearby
And so was near the orchard full of cherry trees in bloom.
The Slavic goddess gazed into the endless starry sky
As if it was the greatest of her dreams, her only doom.

The braid that's neatly woven of her chestnut-coloured hair
Was falling on her naked breasts like magic waterfall.
She walked into the night, into the lands of the unknown.
She walked - and truly nothing else was happening at all.

19th of December 2003