About love typical for different ages of people, that love can have many faces and may change.
The gilded sun within the vast of space
Love, like a butterfly, was fluttering
Braiding the rainbow's colors into lace.
To meet her came another Love of grey -
Majestic figure woven against the sunset
Without hurry, from the other parts of rays
She in the dress of silk stepped down in a quiet.
Where the sunset and the dawn their colours changed,
Among the clouds again the loving sisters met.
The Elder Love:
Dear sister! While having splendid journey
You were impressed by wonders of the things,
You promised to disclose the secrets
That are the miracles of human hearts' deeds.
What is the truth of our old science
Among the people you've observed?
Or we'll continue hearted arguments of laws
That sunsets only can emerge from dawns?
Look around where everything is born
Luxuriant blossom spreads to heaven,
But getting heights felicity and bliss
Falls down to the earth to return - never.
My hair's covered with the drops of pearls
Like the dark sky is studded with the stars.
Of happiness that had been lost
The night-dew tears covered the head of mine.
No rain without cloud, cold without wind,
Spring will never come without winter,
The land will dry, blossom will fade.
That is the very oldest wisdom.
The Junior Love:
You compare the two worlds –
Everlasting and transient.
Blossom'll fade?
Then what's on earth?
Into world the coming spring
Again brings a new-life string.
Never judge the youth –
It is beautiful for future.
Keep from parting,
Don't breed trifles,
Don't allow the fire down
And forgive mistakes, discord
Made by love, forgive them more.
Beware of the common scene -
It brings away oblivion.
The prudent love devoid of strength,
Seldom rules the feeling.
The Elder Love:
The torment of parting is for use –
When space's between the real feeling,
The sole will suffer in the solitude
The shadow and illusion no passion have in willing.
Love today is turned into a deal.
I don't except the heaven's inspiration.
If they forget the jealousy and passion
Then in the sole will find no other agitation.
Today they love, tomorrow hate.
But must they suffer torments, be in grief?
The image of beatitude is turned to ashes.
What is to wait if love is quick and brief?
The Junior Love:
There is no way without light,
No ashes are without fire.
Among the sorrows of the heart
You judge that people can desire.
Disappear in the skyline -
Dreams as weak as crystals.
You're afraid it might be gone
In the fog and mist.
Masks of envy throw away,
Be impressed by world of colours,
So the long and perfect day
Beams over the heads of lovers.
The Elder Love:
Naivety of yours I see no bounds,
Light-hearted spring will not be blamed by me.
Even at dirty crossroads of the world
I listen to the modest words: "Love me".
Your love knows nothing of the future,
Errors let pierce the happy hearts
And smell the fragrance of the rose,
But I assure it will fade and pass.
So hurry up, the dawn's woken up.
This day will bring someone the poetry of love
Or love as grey as windy day
That might remember lovely May.
Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2007-02-26 at 09:28
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Dialogues of Love
Along the road covered with flowers,The gilded sun within the vast of space
Love, like a butterfly, was fluttering
Braiding the rainbow's colors into lace.
To meet her came another Love of grey -
Majestic figure woven against the sunset
Without hurry, from the other parts of rays
She in the dress of silk stepped down in a quiet.
Where the sunset and the dawn their colours changed,
Among the clouds again the loving sisters met.
The Elder Love:
Dear sister! While having splendid journey
You were impressed by wonders of the things,
You promised to disclose the secrets
That are the miracles of human hearts' deeds.
What is the truth of our old science
Among the people you've observed?
Or we'll continue hearted arguments of laws
That sunsets only can emerge from dawns?
Look around where everything is born
Luxuriant blossom spreads to heaven,
But getting heights felicity and bliss
Falls down to the earth to return - never.
My hair's covered with the drops of pearls
Like the dark sky is studded with the stars.
Of happiness that had been lost
The night-dew tears covered the head of mine.
No rain without cloud, cold without wind,
Spring will never come without winter,
The land will dry, blossom will fade.
That is the very oldest wisdom.
The Junior Love:
You compare the two worlds –
Everlasting and transient.
Blossom'll fade?
Then what's on earth?
Into world the coming spring
Again brings a new-life string.
Never judge the youth –
It is beautiful for future.
Keep from parting,
Don't breed trifles,
Don't allow the fire down
And forgive mistakes, discord
Made by love, forgive them more.
Beware of the common scene -
It brings away oblivion.
The prudent love devoid of strength,
Seldom rules the feeling.
The Elder Love:
The torment of parting is for use –
When space's between the real feeling,
The sole will suffer in the solitude
The shadow and illusion no passion have in willing.
Love today is turned into a deal.
I don't except the heaven's inspiration.
If they forget the jealousy and passion
Then in the sole will find no other agitation.
Today they love, tomorrow hate.
But must they suffer torments, be in grief?
The image of beatitude is turned to ashes.
What is to wait if love is quick and brief?
The Junior Love:
There is no way without light,
No ashes are without fire.
Among the sorrows of the heart
You judge that people can desire.
Disappear in the skyline -
Dreams as weak as crystals.
You're afraid it might be gone
In the fog and mist.
Masks of envy throw away,
Be impressed by world of colours,
So the long and perfect day
Beams over the heads of lovers.
The Elder Love:
Naivety of yours I see no bounds,
Light-hearted spring will not be blamed by me.
Even at dirty crossroads of the world
I listen to the modest words: "Love me".
Your love knows nothing of the future,
Errors let pierce the happy hearts
And smell the fragrance of the rose,
But I assure it will fade and pass.
So hurry up, the dawn's woken up.
This day will bring someone the poetry of love
Or love as grey as windy day
That might remember lovely May.
Poetry by Alla Antares
Read 507 times
Written on 2007-02-26 at 09:28
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