I’ll paint your elusory shadow
By fusain on a chalk.
Your lineament in my soul
Are pierced by moment shots…
A day fallen asleep, silence,
And thunderstorm’s drops
Are breaking glass and a sidewalk
To hundreds little delusions.
A shadow of a life, of your destiny
Is contradictory, restless,
Not subject to thoughts; it flies away,
Unobtainable, lightsome, unrestricted…
And due to your feelings
Moulded in bronze of words and songs,
Stitched by a thread of last years,
The whole world becomes marvellous.
Careless minutes have gone away;
Words are moving beyond the horizon,
Our time has gone – and the shadow has gone.
I’m alone here, and the canvas is empty…