Eternal Spring In Solitude Poem by Alexander Romanov

Under the snowdrifts of ancient biblical tales,
Of lustful saints and ravenous papal whales,
Deserted trenches and hills of fiery ants,
A spring eternal blooms in my soul's haunts.

Amidst submerged crowds of empty squares and homes,
Deserted deserts and foul-smelling domes,
Burning desire and hunger for more,
The eternal spring within me does soar.

Through mirrored shelters and vocabulary reserves,
Blasphemous thoughts and unearned fortunes served,
Watered graveyards and gardens, abloom,
The eternal spring within me does loom.

Centuries of snowdrifts, infirmaries, and more,
Poems, medications, spectacles galore,
Healing underground procedures for the crooked and hunchbacked,
The eternal spring within me has been racked.

A flock of black sparrows, piercing and wild,
Sings of hunger and desperation, beguiled.

Eternal spring within a solitary cell,
In me, it blooms and tolls its bell.