Opalescent

If and when
You are fed up with her,
Come to a Dnipro riverside beach.

There, with a transparent soul
Growing out of reach,
Give birth to courageous thoughts
Of your internal determination.

Our country, our passion,
Our source of inspiration,
Pain and frtustration.

It hurts so much, so deeply
Devastating it is -

All sorts of refined
Investigation
Bring not a shadow of relief.

Once again
You feel that symbolic vibration
Of young and high-level grief.

I know it -
Love's a relentless enemy
That kicks us out of our
Tremendously luxurious life paths.

We expect happiness  to last
And not to be lost
At any airport
Like a light-headed ghost.

When you start to navigate that wholesome
And ridiculously drastic pain,
You will notice a fragile figure in the rain,
Reciting lines
Of an academic nature.

With dark opalescent eyes
She will greet you
Following the protocol of admiration
And will keep listening to lamentations
Of the river, endless as your dark and moist emotional clouds.

She's too independent to drown
In your notoriously controversial look,
With a hint of a hook
In a cave of her restless mind
She will find
Signs of relief

And both you will will achieve
An all-consuming, all-covering,
All-transforming quality
Of order behind a lace of collateral solace.

No one will erase
That high and sensational friendship
And twin flames in the newest dimensions will explain
The opalescent rain of sincerity

Which for aeons inside will remain.