I see you already,
truth-as in a silvery mist,
but great to see you:
on their feet these boots of seven miles,
Aladdin's lamp in her hand, travel to one
miraculous carpet
from 1001 night,
preleces mountains and sea and
Dizes up high towards the stars. Maybe
You also do not bode
how much I love your unruly head
child-like head that smells of soap and sparkling
the April wind,
chapter in which live only color
high
huge,
elusive
head that will understand infinity and
distance of light years,
incomprehensible figures and geometric curves
and courage spacecraft
which will go tomorrow
the new unknown of the sun.
I am your travels
swept the whole
and there are spaces left off
concerned and do not dream.
four streets there
and three streets over here, so I once
even flew to milky.
two, three, five glass of wine
at a restaurant near the river, so I
endlessly floating through
away constellations.
and a plain smile,
and one autumn evening, so I asked
zlatogrive new comet.
So I found myself
and a quiet wisdom
of growing wings.
why I just want to ask:
fly infinity
and win time and imagination,
but never forget
that walks the earth.
touch the hands of dust
distant double stars,
let you adjust
pulses with the rhythms of pulsars,
al
never forget that walks the earth.
Because human heart
planted as low as blackberries
here, where the red coils gins
our little universe,
where we are made,
millimeter infinity,
yet bulky enough
to lose them:
me away from you
as Alpha Centauri,
you away from me as white grains
Vlasic.
Find new worlds and
izatkaj their sky.
I give them air to breathe
and resuscitated.
But never forget
that walks the earth.
Only then can we
closer to each other.
four streets there
and three streets over here, mine and yours
hours
beer in a restaurant near the river, and my sincere
eyes and your honest eyes
in one autumn evening
childish and parents,
-that's what the space
you want to reconcile
between my and your stars.
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