Сон о покое

Сегодня приснилось: в белый каррарский мрамор
Кухня одета. Ко мне приехала ты.
Светло-зелеными ты смотрела глазами.
Не говорилось там, где с тобою мы.

Вышли мы из окна на желтоватый песочек.
Там тишина. Не говорят. Ни зги.
Там не касаются. Не человеки - Боги.
Я полюбила после Землю, где я и ты.

Были какие-то люди. Странно, я их любила.
В смысле, не раздражали, как обычно, они.
Этот морозный воздух, эти восторги легких!
Я живу запредельным, вглядываясь в черты.

Ты смотрела так долго. Не издавая звука.
Я поняла - ты любишь, значит - наверно - ждешь.
Только покой в движеньях. Там нету дел, нет стуков.
Ах, этот сон Прекрасен! И Тишина - не ложь!


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Today in sleep I saw this: The white Carrara marble
Was adorning my kitchen. And you came suddenly.
And you were gazing at me for long, and eyes were light green.
There was no talking where you were with me.

Upon flavescent sand place we went out of my window.
There was only silence. We could not speak, not see.
There were no problems. Gods that are no human.
I fell in love with the earth. The land where you and me.

And there were some people. Strange, that in sleep I loved them.
I mean, I  was not peevish as I got used to be.
This very frosty air, that puts my lungs in rapture.
I live beyond the borders, peering into things.

You were watching for so long. You didn't make a sound.
which means - for sure - that you wait. I realized - you love,
Only repose in movement. Nothing to do, no rapping.
Ah, this dream was so Perfect! Silence is not a lie!