that the sooth inside of me
And keep the deepest thoughts within
And glad – that I’m bewitched by you
…
I stately way – he goes far away…
But silver water flows in the broken veins
I hear lone breeze…still blowing
And stunning vaulted blue – above…
…
Thy longest light grew less and less
Through only solitary bliss with you
By tryly luck which had been hidden
But I am fathom deep in love till death
…
Next time we shall be playing for a love
We shall be flying over sea so high
His ship was seen arriving to my sleep
We shall be standing in the nature’s garb
…
Nay, I still live and lovely dancing
And badly hear – music conversation
She always sees the ship approaching
The empty path amongst the icy trees
…
Let’s speak of something very lovely
On the lone beach – between two days
Your moon and sun I see no more
And both of us are fleetly itching for a love
…
Aye…I wander into dream in hermitage
One tiny kiss can make you strange
Yet stranger than the rest in rainy breeze
Too yeasty waves are drifting into heart
…
A. Glukhov. The last Fayum portrait. 2016.
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I’ll talk to you with cap of tea apart – so far
The vastness blue above I lie on beauty
And stars are looking straight at thee
Through azure ether – there are no pains
…
A lot of lights are flickering into the blue
Inside the pure morning air – only bliss
And magic beatitude I feel in lone breeze
Through azure sky we’ll sleeping sweetly
…
How world goes through the rolling clouds
Qui vive?…I wanna see a blue within a dark
Thru freshness of a green alone – Sun
Why dew of youth is lurking in the blood
…
Over and over again a hope I have seen
That drifts along on sparkling Milky Way
There will be neither passion nor a glee
The only truth is blue above…and Thee
…
When asked, I answered nay in vain
But…smouldering embers shall be a flame
Either quick do it at once or – draw away
A host of many bitterly wept in of yore
…
For luck he’ll take it – for better or for worse
Why rude awakening inside your heart
I won’t depart this luscious life again
Into the latent-heathen shelter I’ll run
…
In very deed we ride hell for leather
But they usually say – flesh for the morrow
In order to get into mess by midnight
In troth but she falls in and out of love
…
My idol is the skin…and bones
So mote it be in frenzied deeds
Put heart in motion for passion
Do dash it hard to smithereens
…
As if in graveyard dwelling throes
Yet no waking reveries and wailing dreams
Yet very lamentable music in my mind
Up to the sky into the freshness of the breath
…
Breathe in – the brave – into the dream
Sweet Judas kiss – gives much kicks
He bothers completely the life out of me
But once again – be one – and only…
…
An ancient silhouette I see within the trees
At hand your soul howling of many wolves
I’m going to the past in order see the beauty
We’ve broken creatures – crying with the pain
…
Do twisting vertigo dance in the gale
Have taught many waves thru the Art
Through ragging and blistering sea
I shall implore Thee with tears in vain
…
In flesh and blood – a flight of fancy
Yet wolfish glance – lupine in heart
A horde of wolves fix eyes on back
Look skyward up into sapphirine azure
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Neither pleasure nor love in cold fervour
Do don’t take the sweetest dream away
His heart was withdrawn from sweet gale
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