The Beacon in a Storm

Propius than propinquity may distance be
if the untouchable is within reach;
what anguish it is gazing into stony eyes,
touching the dead cold of souls departed;
the heart of yours may be most closely tied to that which it lets go,
which shines within like a gem, and yet it is the wind of vast plains.

A time that passess changelessly
once feels snail-paced,
then whizzes by like a hurricane;
in the lure of humming sea waves
you dip your hands in sandy dunes,
caressed by a zephyr and kissed by sunrays
wishing for it to stand still for eternity.

Distant travels return you to yourself at times,
at home yours is strangeness and strangeness is yours,
in the tears of yours dwells a smile sweet like strawberries;
smooth is the texture of your velvety skin,
through your aura rose petals descend,
singing the ode of a lost child self-discovered in an embrace.

Behold a miracle-filled life,
its glitter, scent intoxicant,
longing to live it stings and burns and aches;
you yearn to enliven your deepest dreams,
rise out of dust like a Phoenix,
never give up despite bloody wounds,
even aflame open your heart to it.

Even a temple that stands reaching to the empyrean
is a vision notionally-conceived,
stone to stone in an eternal interlink
the storm shall pass with a beacon shining into the nightly darkness
in the safety of the warmth within its walls,
and how much time and effort is needed for it to be erected?

The Beacon in a Storm @ Ladanseuse
English translation of Maják v bouři
Undated groundwork, expanded upon, edited and published on 26. 1. 2026