Each moment was for us a celebration
As ceremony of the consecration
Just us in the whole world... You would spring
More daringly and lightly then a wing --
Along the stairs though giddy fourth
dimension.
You hurried down where you would bring
Me right behind the looking glass reflection -
To your domain inside the lilac spring.
Then, when the night came down, I was the favor
Granted. Ajar were Royal gates...
There in the darkness shimmered
And slowly leaned the shiny nakedness.
And when awake, Be blessed I told you,
darling,
Yet realizing rather was too daring
My benediction: while you were asleep,
The blue of the whole universe was striving
To touch with lilac blossom your eyelids.
Touched by the blue, your eyelids were peaceful,
And hands were warm upon the coverlet.
While in the crystal, rivers were pulsing,
Seas glimmering, rocks fuming to the skies...
And you were holding in your palms the crown
On crystal sphere, while sleeping on the throne...
And Oh, God gracious! You belonged to me.
Your waking up brought me the new sensation
Of daily, usual, and simple tongue...
The speech's been loaded with sonorous passion,
Up to the neck. And the word you, when
mentioned,
Was re-defined and now meant: the king.
The world around us has grandly altered:
And even simple things like: sink and jug,
When right between us firm and filmy water
Is situated just as the watchdog.
We were lead around as moonstruck
And welcomed by the phantoms of the towns
Before our eyes stupendously erect
The tender mint under our feet has fallen,
When we along with morning birds were strolling
And fishes, with us, up the river went --
And right in front of us the skies has
opened...
When destiny in our steps has trodden,
Like madman with the razor in his hand.
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