Love with verses is childish,
divine, everlasting.
So my tenderness ran
to the meeting with winds,
and defying like kids
all the Universe verdicts,
used to dance on the scaffold
that burst into flames.
And my voice was your angel
to keep your Death out.
Violating the boundaries,
orders and laws,
It just sank in the ink –
so hungry were pages! –
having knocked on your windows
raining at full.
I’ll get free in a tunic
of maple in autumn,
as a fragment of sunset,
a deep scarlet chord.
I’ll avoid any dot
in the book – no dagger! –
kissing back dear Judas,
who put me to cross.
Let your glory delight you
amusing the throne,
wind around your neck,
like a poisoned mainstream,
never letting your Sun
in a sinister crown
with betrayals as treasury
fade in the world.
September 18, 2009
Фрагмент заката. A fragment of sunset
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