The shining stars above the mast
Awake my dreams and calm emotions.
The misty shadows of the past
Have come aboard the drifting ship.
The hot black night’s embraced the ocean,
While it’s away in deep long sleep.
The wind has gone, as though forever.
Perhaps, it’s blowing at your door.
Oh, how I hate this wet still weather,
When waters kiss the boards in leisure
And storms in chains can run no more!
We cannot sail without the wind,
Although my mind can’t stop its sailing.
I left my home and did begin
Forgetting you, but now it seems
I see your shadow that’s not fading
Away from me and from my dreams.
Moscow
Nov 24, 2004