A Walkman Poem by Kateryna Polishchuk

Somebody goes on way in light,
He takes his heart inside a bag,
He needs no lie, no stupid fight,
He is one`s love, has wings on back.
He is a man or maybe not,
We see another world in mind.
The sun is shining, it is hot,
He walks to us and is so kind.
He knows the truth about world.
He looks with big and clear eyes,
He is the light like prophets told,
His thoughts God`s massage symbolize.
He brings his love in open hands
To people who believe in him,
He is a friend and kindness sends
Those persons who in tears swim.
We`re full of loneliness and pain,
And always think about flesh,
And our dreams for us are main
If even they are full of trash.
The walkman goes to meet a fear
Of darkness, death and other things.
We cannot see him but he`s near,
It is for us salvation means.
We live in noise and have no time
To see each other every day.
He helps to bloom us like a lime,
Don`t mind whatever people say.
He helps believe in our dream,
To reach it when we don`t know way.
He is for us a water stream,
When we in desert heartless stay.