water striders of my love

Tenderness laughs with white apple blossom,
The bending of the grey house is pleasing the eye.
Catching the magic of snow with my thoughts,
Heart muscle is being stroked by sweet languor.

Warmth spreads through my thin veins.
I understand that loneliness is not so bad sometimes.
When I think all alone, every thought is truly faithful,
And bustle bypasses me.

Dizziness has become the norm since long ago:
I'm treating my body with a portion of alcohol.
Soft feeling calms like chloroform.
I feel with the whole body cells the fluffiness of wheat field.

I close my eyes. I see the picture:
There is nothing but a warm light,
Hands ripping choking ooze.
Woken up from a stupor. I looked around. No one was here.

Tart flavors of cinnamon and carnation
Spreads through the room as an oil film.
I can not hear anguished cries from the street.
But I shout myself with hysterical scream of an owlet.

Imagination draws interesting landscape -
Warm echoes of the summer that passed.
Now, I see only a mirage,
It happens to someone sometime somewhere.

The flow of crystal blue clear water
Firmly rests on the succulent stems
Of serpentine-emerald-green grass.
Not far from it fragile water striders started their rowing...

Original: 11/01/2015
Translated: 04/02/2017