Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Anahit Arustamyan writes


WE WILL DANCE IN BLISS
The iron curtain disappeared to let us meet.
My cyber door is open and you walk in.
You enter so quickly over the hills and seas.

The cyber curtain isn't like the one which slid to history.
It shows me your eyes through its transparent silk.
Is this purple dream a mirage in the eyes of a spring violet?
O it's not a fantasy crying in madness.
Your cyber window is open and I climb in.
Look, we are together so we can dance in bliss.
I put my head on your shoulder on my computer screen.
The iron curtain has disappeared.
Why can't we dance in bliss?
Look, I have a plane ticket in my fantasy.
It looks as purple as a spring violet.
''How are you doing there''? You say to me.
I stretch my paths in your eyes' sadness.
We are not young like emerald springs.
We are like autumns with rainy streams.
We are still alive, thank Goodness.
One day my plane ticket will meet me.
One day we will dance in bliss.
Image result for slow dance paintings
Slow Dancing -- Connie Chadwell

No comments:

Post a Comment

Join the conversation! What is your reaction to the post?