Incarnation

В поэтическом созвучии с Владимиром Александровым

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Incarnation

You first were born inside my reverie,
I gave you breath, a chance to be.
In one deep, self-induced hypnotic sea,
I saw you there, unveiled, unplanned, and free.

A trembling phantom in the mist you lay,
But grew more vivid with each passing day.
And then, at last, you broke the silent sway
And were the first to speak of the decay:

"This cannot last,"  you said, "this phantom game,
Or ruin comes, and we will bear the blame."
And so, you vowed, after this meeting's flame,
To vanish back from whence you came.

I did not beg, "Oh, please, don't go away!"
I knew we never could be torn apart.
I knew that in the vastness of the gray,
A dream takes flesh when willed by human heart.

For the first time, your eyes were free from sorrow,
What brilliant, newborn light within them shone!
You read the silence I could not tomorrow,
And simply smiled at me, and I… was gone.

I broke the trance, abrupt, and crossed the floor,
Left the apartment's silent, stagnant core
Into the city's tense and throbbing roar —
The evening's noise I willingly explored.

I walked and willed the moment to arrive,
The miracle to manifest and thrive.
My patience strained, my purpose was alive,
To recreate you, make you real, survive!

And suddenly, my soul, with joy, took flight!
"It's done!" - the thought burned through me, fierce and bright.
You appeared by my side in the streetlight,
And whispered: "I could not fade from your sight."