The Golden Fire of Lions

In the night some souls can see
Strings of light in the open sea.
They are shining just in twilight.
August night - is always dark night.

The sea is opening its eye.
Listen, Shimmering Lions fly.
You can see their Golden Fire.
Stand by me and touch me twire.

We will  fly along the road.
Lonely, lovely sons of God.
Even death can't fly so high.
Please, don't ask me "how and why".

Here we're going. Here they are.
Touch them, kiss them. We are so far.
Playing lions- playing Gods.
Death is a ghost in their thoughts.

			1993