The path to the star

Pour me a glass of wine, I’ll be sincere,
When I drink it to the very end, the toast will disappear.
I’ll turn to all who know my name,
And speak when silence sets free.

I’ll turn to all who know my name,
Whose memory holds my trace.
I am a wealth of lexemes the same,
Yet simplicity lies at the base.

     And somewhere there a melody is heard,
     Like a motif, brief, without a word,
     And even the rhythm, undeterred,
     Of my departing steps, now blurred.

Now I'm here with you,
But my soul's beyond the blue,
In words where lace is spun,
My feelings come undone.

More years will pass and go,
The path will break in two,
A new star's light will show,
Or an old one fall from view.

     And somewhere there a melody is heard,
     Like a motif, brief, without a word,
     And even the rhythm, undeterred,
     Of my departing steps, now blurred..

I’ll leave you silence and an empty glass,
Your path to the bottom, an easy pass.
But my ascent to the ideal’s height
Is a steeper climb, a longer night.

Let the stars go out — the light has stayed,
It’s in the heart, where eternal hour is laid.
I was with you, I’m with you here,
And my soul soars to the heavenly sphere.

     And somewhere there a melody is heard,
     Like a motif, brief, without a word,
     And even the rhythm, undeterred,
     Of my departing steps, now blurred.

Евгений Грибков
август 2026 год

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