I heard what I would like to hear.
The mind was wandering… I was in love.
You dazzled me with the words “My dear…”
Then silence split the whole into the halves.
The blindness disapeared when the love was gone.
But I still miss the days when I was sick.
Be silent, Heart! At once it should be done!
My sorrow lends me a spade to dig.
I’ll bury the knight in the shining armor
In the soul’s grave not in the garden soil.
I see beside me not a charmer,
But only a man who wrapped himself in foil.
The knight
© Copyright: Ольга Рачицкая, 2011
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