As Love - whatever be - inspires.

I dream, oh, how much today i dream

That you will touch me like a beam

Thus patting tenderly my hair.

I swim, oh, how deep today I swim

In those seas steep that are seem

To hug me naturally bare.

 I’d love, oh, how strongly I would love

That you fly only like the dove

In my commodious & rich house.

Above, oh, how nicely from above

You would look wisely dropping fluff  

And you would eat crumbs from my mouth.

I wish, oh, how truly do I wish

You love me fully like gold fish

That can fulfill you all desires.

Coltish, I can be so for you coltish

That you can’t throw me like cold dish,

As Love - whatever be - inspires.

Be with me.

Be with me, my dear,

When my heart is sad,

Take away my fear,

Quelling all the bad.

You are so merry,

Be with me & laugh,

Make me so daring

When the days are tough.

You are strong & brave,

You help people much,

Be with me & save

Me from evil clutch.

You are so kind,

You are hearty, hey,

Be with me like mind

In the happy day.

You are great as though

Was sent me from Above,

And I shall bow low,

Be with me, my love.

When I look

Why is it so when I look at the skies -

I see the sun with your shining eyes?

When even the skies are dull in haze,

I see your eyes in invisible rays.

Why is it so when I look at the dial -

I see its face with your pretty smile?

When even the skies are as black as the tar,

I see your smile in invisible star.

Why is it so when I look at the height -

I see its view with your lovely might?

When even the landscapes are low around,

I see your might in invisible mount.

Why is it so when I look at the ocean -

I see its waves with your sweet emotion?

When even the day is too sultry like hell,

I see your emotion in invisible well.

Why is it so when I look at your face,

I see it with your so soulful grace?

When even events hide you amongst times

I see always you in my visible rhymes.  

To My Sonny

My Sonny smiles – the sun shines,

Thus nature colors are so bright, 

The spring has come, my dear Son

Is all my Life, my Love, my Light! 

My Sonny looks – the boy from books,

From all the best tales He looks like,

He is so merry & so fairy,

He is for me real Klondike!

My Sonny speaks – from highest peaks

To deepest seas admire Him,

He is so smart, is sweet his heart, 

He is my Star: A wisdom beam! 

My Sonny plays – with joy are days,

So happy are with Him together,

He never cries, He has keen eyes,

We love to walk in all the weather!

My Sonny writes – the GOD sheds lights

& gifts upon my Son aplenty,

HE gives Him health, HE gives Him wealth,

& such long age: 7 times twenty!

To Him on the First Day of Spring

His eyes are so tender, bright:

Like heavens look at me at night,

With million stars, with light of moon,

At dawn I meet him pretty soon –

By every breath of morning wind,

By freshness of white-snow glint,

By sun that freely fondles me

By its exciting rays. I see

Him always through the day in all –

In all yard trees: so mighty, tall,

In all bullfinches: grey & red,

In spring that comes. I turn my head

To the exclusive evening thrill,

To the eternal love I feel

To him; his look is so nice

And so are his radiant eyes!

SHE

She always comes in so noiselessly sad,

She sits beside me & starts patting my head,

She veils my eyes by luxurious picture

Of that I had seen I had felt – all in mixture.

She always intrudes outrageously sudden,

Refreshing all scents & all colors from garden,

My heart like a bird then which wants just to fly

Away to the days & the places passed by.

“Today is not time that I had before”, -

This thought & another like waves ashore,

The shriek from inside me, & pain in chest,

I try to get rid of that impudent guest.

She is at the time: unbidden & wanted,

She is like the baggage so pleasant to hold it,

And she gives to me neither bliss nor relief,

She makes all my present as gloomy as grief.

She always comes in so noiselessly sad,

But I am still young & all life is ahead,

All happiness that in my lot – is for me,

I had much in past but the best things will be!

The White Goose

Chapter 1

Once upon a time

There was a clever king,

He was kind of some kind,

He had a pretty queen.

He had decent desires,

And he was very just,

And he abhorred the liars,

He killed them pretty fast.

There was a man Tom Bester,

The person of the fun,

He was but the queen’s jester,

And for the king like son.

He knew a lot of tales,

And all of them were true

About woods & dales,

About people too,

About beasts & nature,

About his white goose,

Who saved him from danger,

Who pointed the sooth.

It was thus the fool’s minion,

It roosted on his knee

To listen to his millions

Stories of the sea.

Once the fool was gloomy,

He’d seen his goose at night

In his bad dream. His plumy

White minion had been fried.

That day the fool narrated,

He’d met a thaumaturge,

Whose gardens never faded,

He governed storm & surge.

The king was in a doubt,

The queen cried: “It’s a lie”.

The court began to shout:

“Get him at once & fry”.

The king poured lots of tears,

He pitied his buffoon,

The queen concealed the leers,

The stake was ready soon.

The jester blazed in fire,

Insisting on the truth.

For all he was the liar,

The jester was abused.

The white goose disappeared,

That day befell a storm,

The people cried & feared,

Because it was non-stop.

 There were many soothsayers,

Magicians, sorceress, & all.

They kept mumbling the prayers,

But storm went on to whirl.

The king, the queen, the people

Fought bravely contra storm.

At last they were too feeble,

They hardly uttered moan.

One day to the kingdom

A strange man dropped in,

He seemed to have much wisdom,

Because his look was keen.

He questioned of the jester,

He said he’d been his friend,

The king said he was resting

In distant foreign land.

The king boomed as the liar,

He’d never been before,

He must be put in fire

According to his law.

The strange man, that wizard,

All people were amazed,

At once stopped snow blizzard,

From ash the fool was raised.

The king at once remembered

About the buffoon,

He promised to be tender

Since mow with the fool.

The king’s remorse sincere

Brought him to go mad,

He muttered always: “Dear

I trusted what you said”.

The strange man’s withdrawal

Wasn’t seen by any.

The king became loyal

To his arisen zany.