FOUR YEARS LATER

   Four years ago
      at this place
         I was writing to the snow
            to you
            the words you have never read

   What to say
      four years later
         when there is nothing to be written down

   How to empty empty heart
      the blind heart
         which is
            even though
                  grateful for the invisible love

   The road continues
         without returns
         without answers
            but it seems that
                    in a way
                       no answers are needed

   How to empty empty heart
      the blind heart
         which is
            even though
                  grateful for the invisible love

   What remains
      what is real
         Nothing
            but the road and the invisible love



                     Lhota nad Rohanovem, 26. ledna L.P. 1999