I don't know why I have awoken,
But the yearning for you is light,
Like the linings of rosy clouds
High above the world of glass streets.
Thoughts are spinning, melting and sinking,
So transparent, and clear and true,
As the pattern-like shade of a balcony
Cast in fleeting light of the moon.
And I need not a fuller happiness,
Nor a fairy tale more pure.
In my side-street the pavements are glowing,
Like the poppy fields of Monet.
Я не знал, отчего проснулся...
© Copyright: Роберт Мок, 2008
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