To YOU

               
            

                / second edition of my "К ТЕБЕ" / 
                http://www.stihi.ru/2010/02/03/6019


                I tempted much to write, so why?       
                Want to become more glory-sounded  myself?
                Or  full of  tactful   sence, I wanted  to accept all (even) that 
                What yet I’ve never learnt my eyes so fairly well: -
                What also You,  your  eyes, could never learn,
                Cause simply never been allowed…
                Before? Through  Past? Or  into Morrow?

                Am I to wright to do You? -
                Oh, that Everything, what so much  I’m missing through the time;-
                Thou art consist from yet-unspeakable few words,
                From their sighs
                And tints of colors…
               
                You promise me to see belov’ed eyes of th’ friends?               
                You’ve booned me with a chance to rool my own transfigurations… 
                Am I a life or mask of words you feel within?               
                Love, lives in You?               
                Here, on this Earth? In (brighter) Heaven?

                I breath? I tempt? Or banishing away?
                And what?  Dark-sadness or (an) enchanted light? 
                The signs and racemes in a reciprocal Soul of the Day,
                Processions of the years, beauteous in gleams of skyi diamond, 
                Or years, - in a stanza of old woe and pain, - behested,               
                Unforgetably-dramatic, cold, and deadly dried?      
                And through all that, yet could I feel alive your dear smile?

                Am I Yours there?...Me – Whom? – …undenied in this faintest instants?
                Does spreads there a pain or laughter after me? 
                I am creating…All and everything? All arbiters and heroes & all women?
                And every rusted or unpardoned their sin?
                And…any feeling, bloomed in them, will I give to a cruel hands of monsters,
                New outlowed, who will be tempted to betray You once again?

                I do create a God…               
                Do I create a Life or newly Death (by then)? 



                /06.02.010 - Moscow /