Share with me this light, this eternal green,
eager to touch your hair and to cascade.
Share these mellow days and, before they fade,
hazelnut afternoons so unforeseen.
How to avoid the coldness that will begin?
Falling leaves and rushing rains invade.
Turbid glass, tired windows - they imitate
our souls, our bloodless and pale skin.
Hear flutes, hear magic songs where we may rise
holding tightly no longer escaping hands,
let me float in the lakes of your opal eyes.
Silver lilacs still greet us with keen laments.
Our bitten lips are the highest prize.
Share with me the summer that never ends.
Share with me this summer
© Copyright: Борис Старосельский, 2002
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