Winter Night

The roads are enchanted by the snow's delight,
The field, the wood, the houses, the ponds, all in sight.
In this winter hour, people feel divine,
And we leave our footprints on the snowy line.

Once, we were the wind, and we were the snow,
Embracing fragile earth, in our hearts it did grow.
The chill of heaven's touch gently falls,
And life's open palms embrace, as love enthralls.

The warmth from fur and coats, buttons undone,
I remove my hood, nestled close to you, my loved one.
A familiar scent, woven in wandering's embrace,
You have returned home, to your rightful place.

Whispering to you, "I was sad, I missed you so,
I remained faithful to hope, like the sun's warm glow."
You reply with a smile, understanding the truth,
In every moment, hope guides us in our youth.

"I missed you too, you visited my dreams,
I woke up with a sadness that tore at the seams.
I understood clearly, the importance of our path,
How our destinies intertwine, avoiding wrath."

And if tears gently flow with my words' gentle plea,
It means I'm filled with womanly joy and glee.
Taking your hands, I declare with a tune,
To shine in your life, like the radiant moon.

I'll share a secret, whispered with care,
My thoughts confided in the pole star's glare.
I offered peace to the earth through poetic rhyme,
Awaiting your safe return, through the passage of time.

A winter night, akin to a morning's glow,
Hand in hand, we'll walk, neither fast nor slow.
In your brown eyes, wisdom I'll see,
And in life's questions, we'll find answers with glee.

Together we'll stroll through paths unknown,
To fields, to woods, through the ages, we'll be shown.
Who brings us together at these crossroads, my dear?
Whose invisible hand unites us, dispelling all fear?

You know, sometimes words fail to express,
The depths of my feelings, in melodies that caress.
The winter night understands me, just like the moon,
And the stars that sparkle in darkness, in tune.

Where will our journey lead, we cannot foresee,
The beginning and end, they merge and agree.
But we'll weave our songs, melodies so fine,
In this magical time, where winter's charm aligns.

Perhaps, in a summer's respite, we'll recall,
The champagne, the fireworks, the moments en-thralled.
Our New Year's Eve that brought us to this place,
To the forge where love and hard work interlace.

The roads are enchanted by the snow's delight,
The field, the wood, the houses, the ponds, all in sight.
In this winter hour, people feel divine,
And we leave our footprints on the snowy line.

Translated by author
2009г.

Из сборника стихов "Я буду музыкой ветра"
ISBN 978-1-4467-9823-2 (2023г)