dedicated to Morena Baccarin
I'll try to save in verse all my
Heart warmth and tenderness in care,
Bright smiles of lips and eyes (not grin).
In words' accords, in pauses, in
Caesuras – I'll, as in the hide,
Put in: the joy of our share,
Thin thread of sadness, slide-and-glide
By weightless heav'ness at the lair
Of heart (the pain begraced and fared
Far far and wide...) I'm know, if I
Take a light... sure hand will raise flare
To th' circle, shadow wisper's sign
Will give to you dim voice lightmare...
But being spells is ugly sin.
© Nemoybereg. 2003th year.