🦄 introduction: the first mini-album of sonnets

ephemeral

once more I write, of you, anew,
again nostalgia takes its cue.
at memory's touch, it's soft, it's slight,
a fleeting glimpse in the quiet night.

the fire in my soul, it blazed,
a fervent flame that once amazed.
but now, no ember seeks to glow,
inexorable oblivion, my foe...

forgotten, how I loved before.
I dreamed as if you were no more,
as if we'd never met, I slept...

I recall, in half-sleep's state,
with longing, I would contemplate:
in search of your engulfing hold,
your passion that would never fold.

I sought your undivided gaze,
your attention, in those days...

I reminisce, I used to dream,
through crimson clouds, I'd glide and gleam...
now only memories exist,
of that fervent, fiery twist..

I gaze upon serenity,
calm as skies, infinity.
but those clouds, once ruby light,
almost vanished from my sight...

they drift across the sky's expanse,
light-milk clusters in a dance.

sometimes I long, I won't deny,
for memories that softly lie,
of love and dreams that used to fly,
then, in a time gone by...

then, in a time now far away...
all seems ephemeral today,
the thoughts, the clouds, the abyss
the sense, the meaning, all there
is.

oct'23, translated from russian mar'24
album: "the calmest sky"