Bezmelnitsin's Gallery :: Denis Bezmelnitsin : "Talk with the Mews"

Denis Bezmelnitsin

Talk with the Mews
Cries of mews dye the air,
Waking memory, dreams...
Long ago, long ago, in the blear
Past you did shout like this...
O'er the lake where I bathed...
Maybe thus you call heart to somewhere,
Maybe rouse from somnolence grey;
Maybe ye are the spirits-messengers fair?
"Yes we are..." Answered they...
But say, do you know
Whom I seen in the dream? A Peri or play
Of rain on the water..? - "But no,
'Twas thy dream... mere dream..." They did say,
"Or maybe reflection of dream of some moon
From beyond... But respond,
Whom do thou dream about, who?"
- But in truth, I love now flying alone
Like a cloud, a cloud of eve...
- To the East fly with us to thy home;

There are those of beautiful eyes, maybe ye
Shall meet there a cloud, a Persian cloud,
We will shout for you two at betrothal then...

- Haze of doubt, of doubt
In my heart... Can it love yet again?
- Be not among those who doubt, 'tis said...

July 2018