Table of Contents

ROCK

STRANGER

THE EVENING SONG

MOONWALKER

MIRROR OF THE SOUL

DOWN THE ROAD

PLACE OF FAME

SECLUDED

HURRICANE

THE ANGEL´S ARRIVAL

TASTE OF LOVE

SALVATION

WILL WE BE THERE TOGETHER?

ANGEL´S CONFESSION

A LOST CHILDHOOD

METHAMORPHOSIS

Stranger

by

Lily Wonderland

Language processing editing: Valerie Loomis

Text correction: Karol Kitlei, Odrejkovičová Viktória

Cover: Katka Horníková

Publisher: Mladá Éra Autorov nového tisícročia / MEA 2000 / o. z.

© Copyrights reserved

ISBN 978-80-580-0356-5

ROCK

The rock stands in the distance

It is surrounded by only its own cold limbs

The sun lifts its head toward the sky

But the rock stands there still

It is almost invisible.

The rock towers high

Unattainable

Yet out of the corner of one’s eye

You can see it

However far away in space

It is so noble in its grace.

In winter it does not shiver

Nor does the summer sun soften it

Remaining hard many years from now

Surrounded by all that matters.

“You are coming to me

Ascending up on my highest places

When your foot slides

And you fall

Touching my naked body

You´re terrified

But something nuzzles around you.

Under my arms creations dwell

Those of you fear

On my flesh needles grow

From which you shy away

And yet I see you

When looking out of the corner of your eyes

You create an image of me.

You say I’m beautiful, amazing.

But for me, beauty is all around

Where my face, my body is able to see

For me beauty is my Mother

Who brought me to this place

By creating me.”

The man removes his hands

Jumps off the rock

But a strong sense of belonging

Confuses him quite a lot.

As if the rock knew

What he went through in life

Like if it had read his feelings

And spoke the language of his heart.

“Who are you?” asks the rock.

What is the right answer?

Is there any that would correctly describe him?

“I am the star on an infinite journey of time

But the world where I live has no meaning.

I'm the planet with a name

But I was born without the name.

I'm surrounded by others like me Yet on a road all alone.

Am I to stand in one place

Or do I move on?

Do I merely glitter as a star on the sidewalk?

Who can say with certainty

What’s going on in the distance?

You may see only a reflection of my light

But you do not feel my heat.

Where does my pilgrimage end?

I die with a big explosion

And you may even fail to notice.

My parts will scatter through the air.

Oh, yes, I'll be back!

Returning with a new disguise

I'll be smaller, more distant

But still it will be me.

Will my ray of light reach you?

If it is weak, can you find me

When at the warm home of your roots

You look out at the frozen landscape

Then move your gaze up toward heaven

Will you recognize this little star

Way up there?

Will my faint light break through the deep darkness

And get close to Earth?

Will you hear a sound of the speed of infinity?

Will you recognize my brightness still?

So to answer you in simple way

I am who life made me

I am one of the billion

With no name given to me.”

Man comes to mind

Nobody is near by

Only unspoiled nature

As far as the eye can see.

How did the rock speak?

But the rock speaks no more

So the man returns to his fate

For it’s only a cold stone

Without thinking or feeling

What does it know

About the life of a human being?

STRANGER

Exposed, naked, and alone

Warm air breathes on his body

The storm affects the human being

Whose spirit reaches up to the clouds.

Nothingness merges with nature

From the bush comes a snake’s hiss

In the thicket monsters dwell

As the black widow weaves its dangerous web.

Rain mixes with tears

In a bittersweet melody of life

Stranger with a backpack asks:

“Where do I find my home?”

Into a far country the stray shoes brought him

Worn out feet, toes hardened with calluses

Soaked to the bone

Facing towering hills

Inanimate stones

Peaks and valleys

Flames of fire

And fierce lightning.

He passed the hard way

On a path straight to the desert.

Rain-soaked, he indulges his thoughts:

“Oh God, tell me what I had

And what do I have now?

Where did I go

After being lost?

What was the point

From which I could never return?

I had a dream home

Built on an endless estate

Surrounded by love

Filled with children’s smiles.

When did it change?

Who brought this hell

Transforming a future without end

To this final stop in life?

Why did you allow those sunny days

If they were to be swallowed by dark nights

Pitfalls and plains

Hills and valleys

Where were you, Lord?

Did you still accompany us?

Time to time it felt

Like our paths drew apart

And dreams that we dreamed

Were dissolved like a snowflake

Falling on a warm blanket

Touching it

Then melting

Leaving only a wet streak

That lived while falling from the sky

It was forever.

All those questions have caused

A long time without sleep.

I ask, “How long can I survive in a dream?”

And when does the time come

That I have to get up?

What's next

What will it be then

If we cease to exist

If they rob our home

And make my children’s eyes teary?

If the moment of eternity

Is to be replaced by an early end

Will we all be crucified

Because of others bloody hands?

Will the route be dried

Where a tear trickled

And one breathed his last?

Is it a written rule

To let go of the past?

Or maybe it all

Transforms into another snowflake

That will be able to live

If only for a moment

Again eternal?

But God is unresponsive, silent

Stranger should know the answers

They stem from the only truth

Written deep in one’s heart

Bringing faith to a better tomorrow

Alongside with friends: Reason and Time.

The rain stops

And the sun rises

Weather changes

It´s humid outside

Without even a bit of breeze

Blowing in the air.

“Oh, what rebellious weather!

In the desert everything has its own life

That brings out all bad or good

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