The Being

Until the winds ruined of my youth the ships wandered, I have traveled around the world. And I was glad of his blue fairy-tale spaces. When heavy fruits ripen on my male days in the good branches, I raised sons. And I raised my ears. And I waited for the sunrise to catch me. He caught me. Now it's coming down to sunset in the autumn the sun sank. I'm expecting him in the field - boss, shirt, away from petty cares. Yes, I know, tomorrow ... No one is eternal and there are no exceptions in being. But the end will be like a long way, death will come as an adventure and say "goodbye" to the separation, it means I just started to wander on the Milky Way, strangely white among the blue spaces of the stars, near fiery suns, through moonlight, in meteor shower of gold ... And just for one I'm sorry - there is no mail - a card to send!