Female sit-round gathering

DREAM FOR THE TWO

To Katya and Antoshe with love from itself

Stars fall downwards,
Stars fall face downwards
Also creak underfoot
Fallen down sparks,
This light having deformed,
As if the world having changed,
Shades approach
On a slope stony.

And on our steps
The earth answers -
Whether something sings,
Whether silently laughs.
We go, we are silent,
Expecting, when
There is a star lake
The morning sun.

Wet from dew
Wings having rustled,
Are torn to will at night
Bats.
You hear, how beat hours,
To Tishin having torn off,
Exactly 13 times?

- I hear!

We live - we run
Or silently we float
On the cold sea
In a fog of centuries.
From the sky stars drip,
As tears of nights,
Zaplutavshih in centuries,
As if silly children.

Children stuffy summer
And drunk spring,
We as though do not see,
That waits for us in space.
The old compass is broken
And the chronometre costs,
And hours, as well as parts of the world,
Are passionless.

In black emptiness
Light of the last days
These hours fall
From above.
You hear, how hurriedly
Slide in darkness
Stones of seconds and minutes?

- I hear!

Catching up with others,
Overtaking itself,
We run -
Feet are braided
In time viscous.
You see - there,
There in the distance
Years - phantoms-ships
Silently float,
Wearily carry
On a sky deck
Stars...

- I see!

Ekaterina SILVANOVICH
Antons ANTONS