Pożegnania

Dlaczego płaczesz                                                                                                                             Wszak mówiłeś                                                                                                                                     Wszystko swój kres ma                 

Zwykła kolej losu                                                                                                                              Mówiłeś                                                                                                                                               Życia przemijanie                                                                                                                                      Ot tak zwyczajnie bez patosu     

Wiara w Absolut                                                                                                                                 Zmienność bytu                                                                                                                                   Dystans do chwili                                                                                                                                      Wiedzy fosa  

Nieco uczucia trochę sprytu                                                                                                                    Oblec cię miały w moc herosa                                                                                                               

Więc czemu płaczesz zagubiony                                                                                                         Między ogromem wszechwieczności                                                                                                          

A takim zwykłym ludzkim bólem który uciskiem w piersi gości                                                                Powietrze chwytasz otępiały                                                                                                                Jakieś zdarzenia                                                                                                                                     Coś tam robisz                                                                                                                                   

Świat zrobił się zupełnie mały                                                                                                                       I musisz unieść go na sobie                                                                                                                    Oczy w ciemności masz otwarte                                                                                                          

Myśli wyłażą wciąż z ukrycia                                                                                                                      

I krzyczą krzyczą tak uparcie                                                                                                                   

Za jednym Życiem                                                                                                                                 

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 Pierwsza publikacja: Tygodnik "Katolik" nr 48 z 26 11 1989r.

Zaduszki

Księżyc ten sam                                                                                                                                Pośród gwiazd tych samych                                                                                                             Wywołuje zjawy z gęstwy drzew zmęczonych                                                                                 Szaleństwami przeżyć umarłego lata                                                                                                          W płomykach rozchwianych                                                                                                                     

W szmerze zwiędłych liści                                                                                                           

Poszukują nadal traconego świata 

                                                                                                                                                       Księżyc taki sam                                                                                                                                    

Na niebie tym samym                                                                                                                          

Tylko Ciebie nie ma takiego samego                                                                                                           W mroku zaniknąłeś                                                                                                                                   Z nocą się stopiłeś                                                                                                                                   Uciekłeś posłusznie od cienia własnego                                                                                               

Księżyc wciąż ten sam                                                                                                                      Cmentarze te same                                                                                                                                 Trwają niewzruszone pośród zgiełku zdarzeń                                                                                               Tylko krzyży nowych wciąż nowych przybywa                                                                                           

Na cichnących miejsca pogrzebów naszych marzeń                                                                           

Księżyc taki sam                                                                                                                                   

Dla słów takich samych                                                                                                                               Taki sam niepokój rodzi je i śle                                                                                                                   W wyznaniach samotnych                                                                                                                         W wyznaniach zmęczonych                                                                                                               Trwania bezsilnego                                                                                                                             Gdzieś na zdarzeń tle                                                                                                                              

Księżyc trwa ten sam                                                                                                                               Nad Ziemią zamarłą                                                                                                                          Skurczoną                                                                                                                                               Po czasie kiedy zgiełk już ucichł                                                                                                                Tą samą poświatą pełni roztrwanianą                                                                                                        Znowu wzywa Ciebie                                                                                                                                  Ty Tutaj Nie wrócisz       

                                                                                                                                                                (Z tomiku „Na skraju” , Łódź 1990)