The Calling

Scream your name into the night:
Oh, please, echo in my heart
With an ardent, fervent line
of a magic spell of love!

Having set your passion free,
ruffle silver rags of trees,
Slumbering alike dead sleep
at the foot of this rot crypt

And awake the day to come,
resting under canopy,
Of the quiet earthly calm
with this ringing melody!

Day of wedding night of souls:
every day that I reverse!”
Night, Leaned over heaven’s vault,
clung to window, having heard

Ardent rhymes that I’ve just talked,
fogged with mist gap for my fault,
“Such a stream of purl and none
for the one, who hugs and steals
You from wicked stares and tongues
and life elixir instills!”

But the Wind, your ally, picked
up the echo of your name
Rained me with your kisses’ heat,
having rushed the haze to tame.

And my gaze slid on the Moon,
free from that incarcerate,
Sated with it, I sensed you,
voice without hesitate,

“Know, you’re looking at the Moon,
always contemplating sky,
Seeing only angels; soon
mirror-Moon reflects sunlight,
Will reflect flame of my heart…

Even if the wind will burn,
follow him, don’t stop to turn:
Don’t freeze time till it is flown,
with my bless you’re not alone!”

I stood tipsy, felt caress
of the Night, who tried to lull…
I was looking at Moon’s blaze -
Brighter that the flame of Sun!..

(2003)