What’s the Wind to Us? / Что Нам Ветер?

by emory989

Oh exquisite distance, swallowed by the sky
Clouds pressed to the earth as though to a lover;
where you and I, under a simple roof,
were searching for warmth in one another

What’s the wind to answer us but this:
in a rush of broken wings going past
and falling between we new lovers
it shattered our embrace like simple glass

We stood in the past, waiting for a beginning,
pressing ourselves to that wall of vanishing faces –
A wall where death wed yet another life
in a burst of fire, in these strange days