Lost in a sea of fallen tress
7 months
Я потерялся в чёрных локонах твоих
При звуке надвигающейся бури,
Когда слепую ночь удар разит,
И ветер стонет громче резвой пули.
И лёгкие мои, и сердца пыл
Тревожит он и открывает раны,
Я до тебя, мой свет, совсем не жил,
А лишь искал житейские изъяны.
Lost in a sea of fallen tress, I hear a coming storm. The thunder shrieks into the night, and I can feel a brisk breeze, feel the vibrations in my lungs and in the open wound where my heart used to beat, I find comfort in bright flashes of lightning, I drop to my knees and wait for it to penetrate the nights sky. I can barely see, only the dim light bouncing off the mist that hangs in the thick smoke between flashes,
I will be waiting in the field, inside a small circle where nothing grows, just dead grass and a single white rose, I squeeze the stem, the thorns pierce through thin skin, blood runs down cold hands, in hopes it can pay for a sin, find me, take me with you, where I know where I belong, with you Mikhail, where I've never been.
2016