I hear the surf of the night in the sea,
in every pattern I see
the Island,
where you and me
are…
Heaven is drawing thoughts, while
Time the sand
in God’s hand,
aslant Genesis,
is stopped, waiting for us
on the Island
where you and me
are…
The Solar iconostasis went out.
It’s a pity, the bride can’t sleep, –
the wings of the iron birds
are frozen at the borders again.
I’ll be swept away by a wave...
Come for me as the Savior! –
there’s a boat waiting
at the Temple of Dreams,
to the Island
where you and me
are…
together.
May 27, 2024
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#москваафон
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#moscowathos
2. 2. Unsent letter. The Island
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