МЫСЛЕФОРМА

I feel it s coming down. 
All dots will be put  by us not but time. 
One bursts into laughter, another one cries, 
But we pressed the tears out of the skies. 

I m lucid, who ll tell me I m not?

We ve been scattered all over the clouds, 
Dissolved in the blue, in the air I hang. 
Accompanied me the raindrops on wires, 
While ditties of old I sang. 

 

Crystal fire in veins, frivolous eyes... 
Who are you? Where am I? 
Cold will come, and the heat, and the fright, 
Much will come, later on, in a little bit time. 

Second frozen, no thing around, 
Now the moon sings my song for me. 
I still keep breathing on while the melody sounds... 
Hush! It s already here... 

I m lost, who ll tell me I m not? 

Fury overflowed as a scarlet wave. 
Your silence today you give me. 
Giftedness of this I withhold to take. 
Forgive me.