Poems by Natalia Govsha

 
Poem by Natalia Govsha
 
 
DREAMLAND
 
A fisherman hides
over calm water,
there a serene fish,
enjoying soars
in a clear wave.
She flies, freely,
in the bliss
of a gentle river.
Still does not know
that the hook is
already – almost at
her carefree cheeks.
She does not know…
And she flies, flies …
 
Here we are too –
we soar
in blissful dreams.
And carelessly
we take them
for due happiness.
But old Charon is
hiding in a boat
and has already
chosen one of us –
a sacrifice,
to cross the river Styx.
 
 
YOUR FLOWER
 
Your flower
has blossomed crimson –
the color is fantastic,
as if the sun
and the evening afterglow
have merged in
ecstasy and bliss.
You loved,
pampered
and kissed
its innocence and breeziness.
But I… For you, I stood
at an illusive distance –
in memory, yours, as
if in a suffocating
deepness…
…I, like an alchemist,
intoxicated
by your treasure,
and captivated
beyond measure
by desire,
burning to ashes,
through thick and thin
I tried to repeat
your unique crimson.
I constantly crossed
paints and crayons
with water,
wax
and clay,
and inextinguishable flame.
And the canvas,
snow-white,
expected
to become a frame.
And then one day
my thirsty brush,
by mystic,
created
crimson flower, yours,
that came to life.
You see here,
in the painted petals –
the living breath
of my lips and
the gentle touch
of hands.
And it was I
who arose
from the waves
of memory, yours.
 
©Natalia Govsha

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