Can you see me among such usual words
Between the rawness of these limpid lines?
I'm stretching open hand forwards,
I'm touching you, your tired eyes
Through flatness of that sheet, or screen
Which holds beyond the wall your striving
For the odd places you have never seen
But here is sailing bark arriving...
Can you feel it amid these drops of ink?
It's only obstacle for seeing white and shine
Of course, except of me, let's think
I'm neither pure sinner nor divine...
And your reply is only what I need
One touch can give so many fleeting sparks
The One who feels is not alone. Indeed!
The sails are set so will you not embark?
Can you see me?
© Copyright: Вад Матроскин, 2003
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