Christmas

Всеволод Дмитриевич Анисимов
In starlit hush, his soul cries out,
“Forever bound by moonlit doubt,
I crave escape, a soaring flight,
Beyond this cage, to endless light!”

A voice replies, “With open hand,
Make for the dream, a promised land.
Cast off the chains, the burdens shed,
On straightest path, your footsteps tread.”

With open heart, he vows to climb,
Until the stars, through space and time.
With open wings, he seeks the light,
And soars beyond the endless night.