Parallels

Parallels of destinies... parallels of roads...
Like the lines of a poem, and the poet is God.
Meetings are a Gift, like a blink of an eye on dear Destiny.
Time is pressing on the gas, and we are the drivers.

I burn in the path, as if a candle melts.
Don't burn others on the fly.
Clouds are under me... My Sun, where are you?
And in response the silence whispered: "Everywhere..."

(V. Davydova 04/25/2014)