Friday, December 10, 2010

Unshared Moments


Unshared Moments

I woke up and saw the first snow today
The flakes descended gracefully
Later the sun kissed the morning fog away
And powdered trees stood proudly in the fields
It elated me and made me beam with happiness
But you‘re not here with me - you‘re far away

It is those days that it hurts to love you
It is those unshared moments that I deplore

Today I saw a little girl playing in the streets
She sang a beautiful tune
of her home in the mountains
She glanced at me, an orchid in her hair
I smiled back but soon I realised
that you‘re still not here with me

It is those days that it hurts to love you
It is those unshared moments that I deplore

And now I am lying underneath the stars
which shine brightly through the night
My bed of hay smells of sweet clover
The air is filled with songs of lust
And soon I will close my eyes
to drift off into vivid dreams
You‘re still far away and not here with me

It is those days that it hurts to love you
It is those unshared moments that I deplore

[From Poems of a „Tortured Mind“ by Roman Beljajev/Роман Беляев; Copyright © 1929 Роман Беляев]

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