Thou art a dream of spirit mine!
As essence of a winged wight,
Thine dawning light doth shine,
Albeit thy aspect's grim at night...
What errand drives thou hether -
Salvation, long-awaited tryst,
Or dost thou with damnation wither
My lucid dreams as fading mist?
In silent prayer raising hands,
From starlight I contrive a flute,
Beyond the seas, beyond the sands,
My song shall pass in solemn suit...
*My most profound gratitude to Диана Давоян for "Монолог юноши у моря": http://www.stihi.ru/2009/10/17/202
