Once I was walking in a dream

Once I was walking in a dream,
And you, like artist was depicting pictures
That seemed so real, interesting to see,
And were the puzzles I had to unriddle.

The picture of the entire world
Was created by you by one gesture.
The ocean, deep, so grey and old
Embraces the warm earth with tender

And freezes with the cold of waves,
Which rush like walls of foam,
And shows its chasm, so black.
But here is another picture drawn:

The grass weaves and tangles,
And silence takes the power of us,
The wind hisses and catches,
And the moon so friendly smiles.

At once an evening is turned to day.
Poppies open to match your love.
The feeling new wants in my chest to stay,
And your glance calls me: "Come".

Making the step to meet you
I fall into the waterfall, so rough.
But you have drawn another picture,
And with your arm you catch me up.

Under, beneath the Earth I see:
Here is January, and there is April.
And I come down to the field
Where you depict nice asphodels.

I cannot return back. To stay!
Yes, here, among your pictures.
Like mistress roam about the land.
How nice to sleep and see dreams.






Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2008-07-02 at 13:12

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