We'll surrender ourselves to sleep
on the crumpled sheets of the remote past.
I'll never ask my darling about anything,
but to stay with me - just now and forever.
Our past has no regrets to say about,
there was nothing and nobody-by-name there.
Our strong warm desires will wake our bodies
suddenly, earlier or later, among the velvet of the night,
so that to touch the downs and the highs
of infinite space of our feelings.
We'll find tenderly, once and again, the whole world
between our young souls
and the same - between our ever-lasting arms and legs.
And we'll drink thirstily early-dew,
falling like brilliants on thankful flowers
of our contentment and devotion.
02.08.2013