what are we made of

I miss you like the rain, when the dew under the sunlight

is looking for its beginning

and asks the sun,  – what am I waiting for ?

perhaps you will hear my questions, since

you are in my dream, and it even possible that

you are real

because if you are then this world is real too

 

Призраки 

Как мне криком разделить печаль

Не отражаемой отчаньем этой боли

Когда в потере неисчерпанной аль неожиданно

Прорвется неописанное горе

А в горе этом есть тоска и

следы отчания такого что

волнуется неугомонная душа

стоит себе смотря  и все выносит  искажаемые перемены

постигнув людскую муку потери и любви и разлуки

Одна она среди того что видно ей

все приходящее и уходящее в поле этом

ей видно

Но что, что видно ей ?

Если не призраки то кто мы ?

Breath

Breathing shiluette

In a yellow valley of colourful dreams

Pick up one 

Watching them changing gives you no pleasure

Which one is yours

None of them 

 all of them 

no words

I wish that human had no words to say

perhaps we would then know the truth

of what we are

we would in silence fasten our belts 

with open naked eyes and hands  

Discarding words that always betray you

Or your own thoughts that do not portray you 

Just a fog of humorous and entertaining stories

To jingle with 

 

words

how many words were there to express you

to nourish you to push you to avert you

to pull and close and leverage to spring

to open window into sleeping dream

What frightens me is purpose of this talk:

the window opened alas what is in the pot

the bottom is described and wondered at

one word another and the third

alas he stands with open mouth

and looks at it

words ate each other.