Eternal Memory Poem by Karina Lakeyeva

I’m listening to my own breath
And feeling every move of blood.
Again I’m waking up from death
And rolling in the tears’ flood.
Quite soon I’ll coast fates’ new file
And write in DNA of cells
The way from usual birth to pile
Forgetting where my dust dwells.

R: Eternal memory… What can I do
With beads of multicoloured lives?
For just one heart it is much more than too.
It’s cut with recollections’ knives.

He is a fool who dreams to be
Immortal till the end of time;
The time kills all the wish to see
The verge of rainbow. Like a crime
Life is. And my heart flutters like
A butterfly in trembling height
Of skies. My soul had to strike
The roots in Time with all its might.

R.