An Icon Of The Sky

Nieba Abraz ⎣ An Icon Of The Sky ⎤

It’s sweeping.
The night hides a day.
It’s leaving
The shadow of reminiscences.
There are just dashes
From the winter to the winter.
We’re marking days
Those are expiring forever.

And somewhere
There is the Master just,
Who draws
An icon of the sky,
Suspends time.
The Master
Prays for days
And draws
Souls’ flames,
Holiday rays,
Breaths of spring.

What you’ll have left
To another through yourself?
Where you died –
Thereat you put a stop your life arrows.
I feel the call of the sky, thoughts a lot,
My being is in front of the creator –
It’s worth to live!

And somewhere
There is the Master just,
Who draws
An icon of the sky,
Suspends time.
The Master
Prays for days
And draws
Souls’ flames,
Holiday rays,
Breaths of spring.
I believe the day will come
That will break a stone,
Call for itself,
Drop fear and pain,
Leave a sip of freedom.

And somewhere
There is the Master just,
Who draws
An icon of the sky,
Suspends time.
The Master
Prays for days
And draws
Souls’ flames,
Holiday rays.

There is the Master who draws
Prays for us
An icon of the sky,
Suspends time.
Thinks about us.
There is the Master who draws
Days – are holiday rays.
There is the Master
Who draws
Holiday rays.