Every evening at my lonely apartment’s window
The old lantern shines dully.
Every evening its scattered ghostly light
Takes me to a foggy valley.
Dusted violin lays forgotten in the corner…
But I don’t care anymore.
Every evening, cherishing my sorrow,
I drink wine at the cafe below.
Three glasses, or may be four, or five…
I stopped counting them long ago.
I prefer to look at the fire and wonder
Where my dreams could let me go.
The clock strikes twelve, the door quietly opens
And our cafe enters beautiful madam Beaumont.
And all is good now!
And sadness’s gone.
And I again will be happy till the dawn.
05.11.17
Old lantern
© Copyright: Виктор Николаи, 2017
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