verses

November, 24
I want your love don’t tell your story
oh, all the gods in all their glory
wouldn’t make me share your little world
that’s full of dreams in autumn leaves
you are so fair the lonely days are hard to bear
give me your love you’ll be my story

Sweet thief
I know that all “we need is love”,
I know that you’re sent from above,
but time’s passing and I still
still can’t get reed of strangest dream:
still do believe that you’re thief
you came in twilight and took my heart
since our night can’t be apart from you - I love you
sweet thief, oh, sweet thief
you’re my sweet thief
oh, sweet thief, you are

Autumn  in eight verses
Oddest marriage of spades
that was done in a very peculiar way,
faded lanterns and dimmed desires:
it's so stupid - I've gone, you're gone...
Leaving slightly - have no chance to stay
under fractured stars of the fall;
beg your pardon - I have no inspire -
it's all right, it's all right after all.

Valentine's day
At the crossroads of hands of  the clock -
waiting  for you -
my time is sleepy,
my hover is creepy.
I have a lesser stock of patience -
for I am bound.
Minutes and hopes are hard to count
so living betwixt you and other world
my innocent vixen.
My dear, you are so near
just behind
coming leafs -
winter's full of tender thieves.

it would be better
it would be better not to see you,
it would be better not to cross, too:
if only rains of September
would pretend - the door would slam
the day before month's end;
your hands it would be better
not to touch, your breath
it would be better not to feel so much -
before meeting the Fate,
before it wasn't too late...

A song of schoolgirl
My heart beats in the cage of solitude -
my little bird,
telling about dreams and hopes -
desires to be heard;
will I find the very special person
to take me over the deep blue ocean?

my August
Dearest, summer is coming, birds are going to sing - till the sunrise
we have some time and so much to do together.
Whatever  tomorrow will bring -
if till the dawn with me you stay, do I need to think,
what does waiting for me beside you:
a moony mist, a falling snow, a springtime play -
if in your eyes the light of heaven I see.

May, 14
They do tell - beauty is only skin deep.
But still we see not the soul - only pretty face.
And we don't know - while the path is weaving freaky lace -
which way a heart desires to follow.
Spirit is dissolved in words, steps and movements,
in shining eyes and trembling lashes,
in silent lips and timeless testaments
and even in sorrow of the old ashes...
Do you feel a breath on your cheek?
My soul is calling for you - still!

March, 8
silvery rain of st petersburg is watering one more day:
warm streams are silent while the evening bliss
and you give me another kiss and another smile

December, 10
The touching moment - the flickering meeting -
of eyes and embraces and words...
time is too short for two to voice the fateful most;
sometimes everything is ordained
and all they need - to find each other in troubled haze,
it is so hard to do in vital maze;
tell me what rests in the Fate's box of  lace,
tell me the end of the story: today I saw you - in all the glory.

It happens
It happens, words can be faulty laid - no way back if said;
it happens, everything famous turns into monstrous;
it happens, swamp silence parts blooming water-lilies
and in frozen hearts forgotten word - as tiny snake, believe me - going to awake...