Stranger
Days went by, i didn’t understand,
years went on, my love was gone.
You were my idol, my teacher
my protector and friend.
Lifetime of waiting approval
seems so wasted in disarray.
Why do you hate me ?
Is it because i’m different ?
or did i try to love you forcefully ?
I was just a boy who wanted to learn,
you were angry because i didn’t know.
My sleep has never been peaceful,
rarely was i cheerful.
I’m sorry for being me
i changed to some degree.
I felt the hatred grow
you wouldn’t let me in
like a stranger
just pushed me away
till we were gray.
The Poet’s Heart
It never heals,
the poet’s heart torn to pieces
waiting for life’s kisses.
Hungry and waiting,
always waiting vigorously,
for something to start a fire in his mind.
In the end the world was kind
and the stars were aligned.
Patiently recognized after the struggle
he read his first work out loud,
the last tear went out his eye
because he gave it his last try.
He saw his imagination prosper
tranquility rushing like adrenaline,
and his scorching friend never burned him again.
On a shy terrace hidden
truly alone, almost blank,
slowly closing his eyes
embracing the last rays,
all his power to his ears
a single twitch in his face
the slow dangerous smile,
just because his words
were shouted aloud by mankind.
The Last One
Do not hide little one,
I cannot give you the moon
or the sun,
I cannot promise you wealth
or true inner peace.
I can only make your heart melt
and find you between the
hollow trees,
where we shall meet
and in our minds dive in deep.
Do not hide little one
oh how I wish to get lost in your thoughts,
oh how I wish to make you invisible,
not because I want to hide you,
because they don’t deserve your
complexion.
And in the end
I shall be remembered and
you shall be envisioned,
for this last December
we will in our prison be
together and alone
forever on the throne.
Алексеј Рашко