Перевод: http://stihi.ru/2011/03/21/4395
Your snowy nights, and almond coffee,
And loving lips that smell of wind…
I feel your light caress me softly,
And darkness passes, getting thinned…
Your tender hands, the best of healers,
Compel my heartbeat to give in,
I deeply breathe the scent of lilies
That leave the pollen on my skin…
The mellow moon in melting motion,
Vanilla snow above the trees
Are mixed together in your potion
To warm, to comfort, and to ease.
…I’ve seen the land of golden willows,
I know the angel who was born
For almond nights through open windows
And snowy coffee till the dawn.
12.2010
из цикла "Love.Stories"