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My Love — As Though A Curious Dream

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My love — as though a curious dream,
Grievously, it comes before the dawn...
The silent stars cast a spell
Her farewell appeal!
 
Like a flock of fair, and fearless fowl,
Her aspirations in their flight, soar on
Toward the lightning's fiery limits
Ablaze until that last fiery light!...
 
My love - of it, the gods are deaf -
This votive lamp, it is yet alit.
For my love, for my lips
Your love... it is not essential!
 

XXX My love is like a strange dream

My love is quite like a strange dream,
Sorrowful, it comes predawn...
Mesmerized by silent stars seems
Her plea’s final farewell moan!
 
Like a flock of white bold birds,
Desires of hers soar in flight
Towards the fiery sky fjords 1
Ablaze until the last light!...
 
My love - for deities who’re mute,
The icon-lamp that shines bright.
My love, for my lips pursuit,
Needs not your love’s insight!
 

• 1. зарниц=lightening