Moon shining through the trees.
(One day you appeared on my road)
When your gaze landed upon my eyes
it was almost as if I had seen the day begin.
My heart I can feel in its enterity now.
The breeze cries as it moves through the grass.
(Who will hear the worries
I hoard in my heart?)
The moon trembles now
neath the desolation of the lake.
(Who but me will be able to read the myriad of emotions
peering though those profound eyes of yours?)
It is cold..
The sky is falling in enormous white chunks.
Once I felt as though the world was mine to have.
But..who will dare to steal my guardian shadow from me?
The moon shining through the trees is hiding.
(One day we took a short journey)
The stars above me feel like darts to me.
(Who will speak of you as I have?)
You disturbed all I ever knew
and believed to be true...
Tomorrow....
I shall never be able to erase you from me..
Copyright © 1996. Mikhail Pokrovsky. All rights reserved.
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