Dog s Blues

Not a line, not a sign...
Missing you like a dog
I'm gnawing a bone
Of the words you have thrown.

Not a line, not a sign...
The monotonous clock's
Chasing minutes like fleas,
Trying doubts to tweeze.

Thoughts have stopped their run,
Dry and sour they've been hung
On my mind's clothesline.
They are waiting for you.
And the midnight has come,
Glued the Moon to the sky,
Through its nebulous light
I am howling this blues.

Not a line, not a sign...
Missing you like a dog
I'm gnawing a bone
Of the words you have thrown.

Not a line, not a sign...
The monotonous clock's
Chasing minutes like fleas,
Trying doubts to tweeze.

Words by you are so dear,
So life-giving and clear,
They are not standing near
Paper quotes from the books.
I'm longing to hear
Just a sigh or a sneer,
But you have disappeared
And I'm singing my blues.

Not a line, not a sign...
Missing you like a dog
I'm gnawing a bone
Of the words you have thrown.

(Вольный...очень вольный... перевод стихотворения автора Алиса Знакомая http://www.stihi.ru/2014/05/09/5481
Алиса, благодарю за вдохновение!)