September 05, 2010

Onirical Orchestration [Соната за мало сино]

You are nearby,
Choirs rise,
Presence in air, 
Not anyone else.

Light shines above the land,
Chant of joy into the mind.

By lightning stuck, 
Beauty.
Repeating paradise,
innocent (?) smile.

None,
never, 
Truth, her eyes,
Kindness in heart, 
good willed;
Beloved one,
of the Three,
nearest star,
Fearsome Black, Coward White.

Follow the way, ease pain, attend to prayer; million songs.
Endless war, rejection, despair.
Gorgeous shades of Blue, sinks down.

No comments:

Post a Comment