Dream Note No. 11 – White Moscow

Nothing stirs in the early hours,
save the silent falling of moon dust,
onto the windows of the Kremlin towers,
into white hills on the red square.

We trod along the silvery road,
marked each path with our toiling past,
yet the holy tears are silent and cold,
blotting out our fervent errs.

In the outskirts the rustling leaves,
are swaying with the howling gust;
the uninvited guest they must receive,
quivering in the wintry air.

Than deific voices colder still,
silencing silence with mortal casks,
swiftly it faded by the heavenly will,
into red hills on our white despair.

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Snow Waltz

Thus so again I stand before
the gates of my dear old friends,
a wordless song for the days afore
the glory of your perfect cadence.

Gently the pastel airs enshroud
our peace from all mortal affairs;
as we pace o’er the earthly cloud
under a golden chandelier.

Through a lyrical haze I recall
flowers and fences above my grave;
sighs of your virtues and my fall,
in white letters the paths they pave.

In crosses the skeletal trees they guard
our sins beneath the livid air –
the troubles of a fleshly heart
in romances of the silence we share.

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Kuda, Kuda

Is love an innocent flame
or saviour for a beaten soul?
Does love leave innocence aflame,
or bring life to the bitterest cold?

For what does the heart crave
in the flaring shadows?
For what does the heart rave
in the heartless hollows?

So often do the pages turn
to a tosca for the pages turned,
for the flares in a diamond urn,
for courage that fear had spurned.

Such are the seasons of buskin,
when snow falls upon October;
the flattering waistcoat of Pushkin
has parted with September.

If love must by jest be earned
and pass on their inky cloak,
alone shall his soul be burned
and perish in his nightly abode.

Let the roaring of the waves
take me into the deepest folds,
so that her most merciful graves
may bear our earthly sorrows.

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