My World of Love

My world stands frozen in anticipation,
As if time paused in a hazy, fleeting veil.
Before you, I wandered in exile,
Each step a silent dance, unseen, concealed.

But take a breath, a deeper one—
And reality will flare, my chest to scorch.
You plucked the strings of my soul, tightening the tune,
To weave the hearts’ song, forever bound.

You guide me along light’s fragile edge,
You gaze at me as at a pattern in glass.
You unveil the depths of my boundless soul,
That trembles in the wind yet sheltered by your warmth.

You let the wind into my silent desert,
And sorrows, like shadows, faded beyond the line.
Neither rains nor storms will wash away our evening,
For now I breathe you—please, don’t wound my heart, divine.

I walked a thousand roads to find you,
To turn time back, to reclaim its flow.
Silence is no void—it’s a wordless dialogue,
Where answers echo if sincerity I bestow.

In search of radiance, I fell into the dark,
Without reaching the bottom, with you I now arise.
By the hand, you’ll lead me through the smoky haze,
Closer to the sky, to fate’s hill where dreams collide.

You unroll my heart like an ancient scroll,
Each line a dawn unknown, yet to unfold.
The fire between us melts feelings into gold,
Leaving the soul’s design, a timeless mold.

You let the spring breeze into my silent void,
Sorrow, like dust, remains beyond the hill.
With a sweep of your hand, like a fan, you dispersed it,
Bared all emotions, then set them to burn, distinct.

My world hung frozen in waiting—now the ice is cracked,
In your palms, I’m reborn, revived, reactivated.
My words, like birds, take flight, their wings now spread,
My voice is a song, unchained, forever ahead.

Evgeny Gribkov
http://stihi.ru/2026/02/17/6455