we'll go asleep

by Marcin Malek

We know despite regrets
that under bricks of stones
beneath the sea of red
(there) the daughters and the sons
have put theirs heads
for meaning of an forsaken strophes

We know the depth
of tangled words
from toes to head
we’ll flow an our cause
to gird it all around the neck

And sing upon...

That our world
on gardless sleep
is only a fragile thought
of the Atlantis cover deep

We know...
we’ll go asleep
among the falling stars
on reefs of dreams
under the heavy prism
of bended skies

When pond of dark
absorbs the light
of blinded town
and haze’d souls

There... yet
from morn to dusk
every ardor will fall apart
by pillory of scarlet dawn

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Marcin Malek (born February 24, 1975) in Warsaw, Poland) is a Polish/Irish poet, writer, playwright, journalist, photographer. Published in: „Fronda”, „Tygiel Kultury”, „Akcent”, „Nowe Państwo”, „Stosunki Międzynarodowe”, „Opcja na prawo”, Leinster Express, Winner of the annual award of "Poetry&Paratheatre" journal (category: poem of the Year) for year 2012, (work: „Bieg – Czyli list do współczesnych”/"Run - a letter to the present"). Since 2006 lives in Ireland.

Last updated November 24, 2015