* *
ahead
is simply a mirror image
of the unexpected
love – to be given
pain – to be taken
( both these in tiny morsels
after dinner )
ahead
that cheerful nothingness
has little to do with behind
behind is just the dirty armpit
Ahead
Is
Spring
before we lose it all 
 
 * * *
my little sheet of poetry
where did you come from
I was asleep
I was untamed
unarmored
where did you come from
I think you are a troll – like nuisance
but my Father Sleep
insisted
that you are just a bulldog
ugly
and
unshaven
my little sheet of poetry

Page 3

© Copyright, Vasil Slavov.
All rights reserved.