МОЕ НЕБЕ...

Намери ме, преди да е късно...
Ето - аз отново разтварям криле.
И сърцето, за обич възкръснало,
търси своето чисто Небе.

Днес усещам, че има те някъде.
Чувствам пулса ти в тихия дъжд.
А от лунно-среднощни отблясъци
те извайвам...Така ме задръж.

Ще рисувам в очите ти изгреви,
после залезно - малко тъга...
Подозираш, че има ме някъде.
Потърси ме! Не спирай сега.

И когато открия в сърцето си,
малък стих, избродиран от теб,
ще се сгуша за дълго в ръцете ти,
мое топло и чисто Небе...

3 коментара:

  1. (1)
    Find me, please, before it’s too late
    With a heart resurrected for love
    Here I am, spreading my wings again
    Searching Sky, blue, clear, above…

    Now I feel you’re somewhere around
    I can sense your pulse in the rain
    And I sculpture with moonlit reflections
    All your body, to your hands I strain

    Sea sunrises I’ll draw in your eyes
    Then at sunset- a bit of a sorrow
    You will feel that I must be around
    Look for me, don’t stop now, please follow…

    And when I accidentally just find
    Rhyming lines in my heart sewn by you
    I will huddle for long in your arms
    You’re my warm and so clear - Sky blue…


    (2)
    Find me now, before it’s too late
    Now my wings are spread above ground
    And my heart resurrected for love
    Searching sky – that hasn’t been found

    And I feel you’re here around me
    And I feel your pulse in the rain
    And I sense you’re here to guide me
    Look for me, again and again …

    I will draw shining sun in your eyes
    Then the sunset, with bits of sadness
    Then you feel I’m somewhere around
    Don’t stop, though it looks like a madness

    Then I’ll find in my heart a few lines
    You have sewn them so tidy with rhyme
    In your arms I will gently then lie
    You’re my Sky, so blue and sublime …

    (3)
    Look for me, before it’s too late
    I unfold my wings again now
    And my heart is no more in the shade
    Searching heaven above the cloud

    You’re around, I feel this today
    With reflections of moon at midnight
    And your pulse while the soft rain is falling
    I can chisel you...Hold me, now, tight!

    With a paint-brush I’ll come in your eyes
    Sunrise, sunset with bits of a sorrow
    You suspect me that I ‘m in disguise
    Look for me, don’t stop till tomorrow

    When a couplet I spot in my heart
    That’s been woven so gently by you
    I will huddle, and you’ll be my guard
    In the heaven so clear and blue…

    ;-)))

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  2. Чувствам се вдъхновителка!
    :)))
    Благодаря ти ужасно много!
    :)))Чували с усмивки за теб!

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  3. Този стих е красив като ясно, синьо пролетно небе!:)

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