Katarzyna Siergiej

- Hi! - Said a smiled miss in the mirror.
Her shining like two little dark stones eyes seemed to sparkle.
Her fair like a porcelain skin appeared to glitter.
Her carmine lips were sort of vibrant with life.
- Why are you crying? - She asked with a soft like a velvet voice.
- Does anything hurt you? Did someone harm you? - Carried on concerned miss.
- Talk to me, please! I am worried! I want to help!
...
I tilted my head right. She tilted her head too.
I tilted my head left. And so did she.
I looked at her. She looked at me.
I looked behind. She wasn't there.
...
- Yes, Love, I am here. Do you want to play with me?
I will play with you! Just don't cry anymore, please!
Right? Is that OK? Left? Oh, now at you?
No! Don't go away! Stay with me, please!
I am here.
...
I am alone.
Mat emptiness in endless light of lost passion
is whispering something in my ear.
I can hear, but I don't understand.
Colorful dust is playing airily with echo of emotions
hitching my sleeve or hem of my skirt again and again.
I can see, but I don't feel anything.
Full with impressions memories keep coming and going at the other side of window
and knocking at my door.
I want to answer, but I forget.
...
- Hi there! - She smiled to me again.
- There is no other way.
We are here and now.
Believe in what you can see,
listen to what you can hear,
remember what has been done.
This is the truth like, this is the life like -
shining and mat, soft and rough,
colorful and grey, living and dead.
We are here and now.
There is no other way. - I smiled to me once again.