Substance

            

                There is a substance  of dreaming ,a real stuff,
                that miraculous subject of glorious wave,
                and nobody from space of indoors and away
                says  to lovers of  him: “ Oh, my  dear, – enough!”

                At the garden of heavens  and stars paradise
                their formulas  have unpredictable start,
                it was like of  the God’s  unconditional rise
                in his mighty, unseen  and delecate art.

               
                There were energy, time and a whimsical species
                in the darkness   of crafty and urgent base,   
                but the dreaming  response was a mystical phrase,
                and  the image had  no  Renaissance!

               
                It is sun of the night in the garden of  birth,
                that is substances of real  angles craft,
                where the   shadow of  ours, domestic Earth
                is the dreaming of fiery  cosmically  draft!