confusing times

there are signs which reveal in time

and times call for undetermined patience with no great expectations

small steps bogged in society’s sludge

and societies judge the poor and the ill;

regulations sets morality’s fake standards

tangled up in a virtual reality where all can see the social drama

but no one acts.

hymns for lucifers sharply dressed and carrying suitcases,

hunting souls for cash to buy their women dresses;

the all good rulers adored for no reasons and elected every season.

and those signs fail to reveal

in what time?

if the distance is a bottomless hole

where there’s no sound from pouring time

and no profound effect on this strange ground.

nothing counts when time fails to reveal

from where it was dropped

and one’s mind might be stopped

in a rhyme with nature and feel the wind

that blows over the vineyards, a childhood addiction

to white and red grapes, to magical shapes touched by the sun

and fed by the rain

roots spread through the fresh soil and there is no harm

to the soul as long as you plant a tree or more

and stream some magical time

in a conflict free place

in your mind.