Ex libris to Odesa regional library Grushevsky

I

I like the sound of silence,
The way it crawls into my consciousness,
It dances like dust
In the sunlight.

Silence is a friend
And an obstacle.

II

I wish we were close,
I wish we could see through the walls,
Having a privilege
To move drastically,
To feel deeply.
You send  me letters,
Search for me with drones,
I listen to the sound of glory,
Our future amity,
I listen to this summer

III

Sharing a book
Like a room,
Like the road.

Looking for new senses.

You are a Pleiadean soul,
I am an alien in your world,
But together we're endless.

IV

This is not devoted to brown eyes,
Rather to the skyline
Of your omnipresent depth.

You are far away,
I wait at the library.

V

Your name is cryptic,
Too outrageously, vigorously,
Shockingly intense,
Too meaningful.
It carries riverbeds
And aquamarines,

It sends healing waves
To the core of my heart.

We've got so much to do and nothing to lose,
But our misconceptions.
Read between the lines.