Sometimes

Here I go now towards

days following,

the sole of your eyes

brilliancy blinding my way.

Sadness, longing, sometimes

takes like a river running

with them.

Again my mind I will harden,

that lips can not escape

one word that reveals

love. For thou hast

too busy person,

do not you have enough time to love.

Heaven's shore painter fly

above the clouds, shall he whether

only the hero of the films?

I here, and now I think

only hesitantly, I never

pass road tomorrow

with you both.

Inside position of extinct

stellar memory, does not exist

any park, complete with a hand

in hand together we traveled.

On the road the lonely only

separated from each other in the evenings

eyes closed.