To N. The remembrance 07. 02. 01

To N. посвящается девушке, познакомиться поближе с которой мне так и не довелось - лишь несколько раз видел прекрасную леди в светящемся окне её дома. Так и родилось это стихотворение с некоторой долей самосарказма и легким эротическим подтекстом. 

Another stormy night in heaven
I stand and watch your window's light
The skies above my head are raven
And falling raindrops blind my sight

The pain of love that I remember
Still fills the silence where I dwell
But only thing I can surrender
Is your attracting magic spell

So long I walked across the desert
It broke my soul and drained my face
I'm tired so much that I can't phrase it
But still I feel your curing grace

Girl, I want you to share my yearning
'Cause you can save me from despair
I wish to wake you in the morning
To kiss your lips and touch your hair

But all this fancy's barely grieving
My mind drawn in a sore regret
Your light goes down, this place I'm leaving
To pour my woe and dry my hat

The rain falls and you're quietly sleeping,
My young and tender beauty queen
Just down the leaves the water's dripping
It strokes the autumn's naked skin