Jurgis Baltrusaitis The lunar wings

 Юргис Балтрушайтис

  Лунные крылья

Jurgis Baltrusaitis

  The lunar wings

From lunar dreams I weave my fragile wink,
Enslaved by trance, a hermit, apt to sing…

In lunar space approaching a baulk,
Where silence stays so lastingly, for long…

And ghostly are and speechless are afar
The light of day and Earth that seems bizarre…

On stellar day of crushing squeezing chains
I might become the stream of lunar rains…

And silence keeps and lunar light does pour
Dissecting world, where there is pain no more…

My heart is mute, so silent is for good,
Delusive shade, just keeping desolate route…

And hushes thought and fades away so meek,
Deserted gleam, just playing hide-and-seek…

And melting thought is sparkling in space,
In silver dust just leaving cryptic trace…

A covert spell of shuttering the bonds
Does call to life the long-awaited sounds…

All – is a dream, - a light, and I am – lunar beam,
And don’t exist, but nothing more, than seem!