Sunday, April 5, 2015

When it rained in one late spring

When it rained in one late spring
I woke up simply from a dream
And felt somewhere how it had melted down
Scorched up heat of the town,

I saw how in wingless forms
Poesy had left marks in norwester storms,
And in wanderings of water drops
I heard lullabies sleepy soft,

They told me i am not yet spent
They filled me with earth's moist scent
And i heard distinct one time more
The knockings at the heaven's door,

There i thought i saw her
The angel whom i always admired,
She had golden robes around her waist
And by her smile she kept me blessed,

When it rained in one late spring
I woke up simply from a dream
And felt somewhere in my ribs
The coolness of the rainy breeze,

I heard music in trembling leaves,
I saw how in rains they danced with ease,
And in their spriteful freshened glee
I made my soul from my mortal frame, flee.

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