Valery Kourinsky

 

DYED TIMES

The time is white today, and snow
is sparking everywhere as if "I know".
And all of my despairs are lost
on horizon where 's seeming coast,
where everything already solved
and every cloud like rhapsode
plays tiny mysteries of mine
to make a transparent design
from my best dreams when they were young...
I ever was and am among
the lovely live imagined creatures,
which somber absence easy reaches
the essence of uncatchable while,
which is my job and my exile,
where I am free and am in prison,
because I love, and have, to reason.
The time will changes color soon,
it will be dyed by reddish moon
with brush of anguish, brush of april,
of sureness that I'll be able
to grow new courage and begin
to build new hut that once has been...

Kiev