Numerical Creation

(translation of Лученко Святослава "Число створення")

I
An invisible wave will roll on me
As your touch… somewhere from lifeless time
Slowly, not right away… A clock...
The heart is pounding, hounded by hours into the night.
Tell me, my lord,
What lives between us..?
What awakes fires in our lucid worlds?
Or, maybe, just in one – in a grain-like world…

II
We’ll wash ourselves with like-water-from-a-well coolness
And fill up ourselves to the top with sadness
And we’ll walk under matrimonial crown early in the morning:
We’re sun lovers, washed-up by a rain.

III
Whisper…
Just whisper me... just anything….
I’m melting…
Desires wear many faces... Love keeps Yours...

IV
Your soul I’m slowly touching from afar
It’s washed already down with tears,
With all its power and its might…

I asked the wind and vortex - be my guests.
They followed trace
To blood that pure, to bones that white…

This expectation’s carried to my arms
Your heart’s sincere, as dark-red-gold
To me…

V
The one for me - in shiny armors
The only one for me – with honest brow
My necklace is from tears and from flowers
So take bold step through gloominess and dimness…
I know you can!

October 18 2007

Iouri Lazirko
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