You know not how I ache... You haven't any idea.
In my nights you have left me, like a shrapnel on a wound,
in my mind, with the painful caress of your voice.
It vibrates like a bell engulfing me so with its timber.
A voice that manages to disturb all the cells in my body.
Like the waves follow the rhythms of the moon,
my entire being follows every nuance of your voice.
Yet you call me and you wound me so! I speak to you
as one who sleepwalks in the middle of the night.
You know not how I ache... how my torment increases
to the caress of your voice.
Oh the distance! In the deep well of the night
where I hoard all of my distress...
I lower myself down to that dark well
and while the night continues on..
In a desperate search for echos of your voice..
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