It was a lovely night on pier.
I was then waiting for the train.
A sudden fairy had come near
in stream of silver stars and rain.
I was so speechless and so slow,
so that I even lost last train.
I was afraid I'd never see
your dear image once again.
The crowd was so deep impressed.
It's whispers were so low and jealous:
if I knew her -that fragile miss.-
I was so straight and not embarrased.
I managed to adjust my breath
and tried to calm the crowd's noise:
"I know her better than myself",-
and followed darling fairy's voice.
I was so longing for that day,
your love could born and it appeared.
I was afraid to strengthen hugs,-
so not to break my dream so near.
You didn't pull me back, of course,
you were so kind and hence so tender.
To our love and wish to live
we were so longing to surrender.
We were then standing on the pier,
we were so deep in long slow kiss.
The crowd melt to not disturb,
we were drinking love and tears.
I know you more than all my life.
I feel you now so strong and clear.
I would you'd stay, I pray and cry
you couldn't ever dissapear.
15.08.13
Иллюстрация: картина художника Jeff Rowland.