BETWEEN THE LEAVES

by Alan Zhukovski

laughter shines in the abyss of darkness
fingers on the keyboard
the flowers are lighting my departure
the lake below the hill and above another hill
I will burn my vanity in the pyre of autumnal leaves
covering the water
while the trees in the haze are washing their heads in the river
in its remote and shadowy corners

you can absorb the visions of the shadows
who are sleeping below the bushes
until somebody touches them
who can notice your shadows in the bags of sunlight
they are hidden between the leaves
but the wind can unlock the envelope
and return the shadows to sender

WHERE ARE WE?

by Alan Zhukovski

Do you remember me?

When I lit the routine with my tongue,
You said I was not my usual self.

I was trying to catch the rainbow.
But you said: “You haven’t got no job”.

Do you remember me?

When the worlds began to love,
You understood the beauty of my days.

Do you remember me?