Walking with a Dead Poet

If I had another momentpot
Just to bring you back to me
Then the story may be finished
Out of this world we could flee.

Run our feet beside the sunset
Lie beneath the bright blue sky
Hand in hand we’ll be together
Hand in hand we’ll say goodbye.

In the night we’ll reach for stars
Sit for hours by the ocean
Moonlight will guide the way back home
Forget about the worlds commotion.

Speak of poetry we will
Create dreams of oceans deep
Your timid love, so true and real
With open hearts we then shall sleep.

Slowly we’ll drown within our passion
Never will I leave the arms of your embrace,
And when I gaze into the mirror
I wish to see beside me, your charming, perfect face.

July 26, 2011
2:41pm

Месяц

Речка золотая
к месяцу плывет,
Теплыми ручьями
месяц обоймет.
Глянет вниз наш месяц
теплым, теплым станет,
свет его лучистый
до земли достанет.

2002 (Russia)
(original version)
~Алёна Комарова

Stream gold
to the moon floats,
Warm streams
month horror shall cover.
Would look down our monthly
heat, heat will,
light of his radiant
to the ground reach.

(English translation)