Pleasant disappointment

 The sun was shining so bright, that even cobble-stones were covering by bronze scab of blood. Clouds were flouting in the unending sea so highly, that it seemed they were a part of any other world and so low, that I thought I could touch them by the soft palm…
 I was wrong. They were flying so high that even my air kiss sent as the “farewell” hasn’t had time to reach them; it has dissolved on the middle of the way. I was wrong, it was not a day and not the sun was shining…it were his eyes.

 
 Silver strings of the joy are enveloping my soul with the refined accuracy…outside only. They are everywhere, in my breathe, in the breathe of the night, in the flight of the pigeon, in the smile… They are everywhere, in everything, but they are so inaccessible, that looking on them is leading us to the wishing of cry. Cry impetuously, as children cry. Sobring, shivering, sobering… They are nowhere. Illusion of temptation.