The Soul of a Tree. 

The soul of a tree 
I`d suddenly seen 
And where I`d been 
Hadn’t clear for me. 
A cry of a heart 
To press someone tried... 
But I’m still hearing it... 

***(I’m looking at the World...)
I’m looking at the World... 
It’s crying, screaming, raining. 
And all around is bowing and trembling, 
And all is looking for secure God... 
He’s powerful 
And with the open heart, 
He is forgiving, loving. 
He can give protection 
To lonely walkers 
Travelling through action 
Of cruel Life... 
A lot of them... 
Who’s looking for a shelter 
From troubles making head yours 
spinning round. 

***
I’ve never thought 
That he could ever change 
his mind. 
But he had changed 
And it was not my win. 
He’s getting milder, 
He can simply smile, 
And no sign of irony at him. 
He’s getting sensuous 
And careful to them 
With whom he lives 
And walks from time to time. 
I thought of him... 
I loved him at past time... 
And may be I regret 
That it was not my win. 

To my beloved.

Come back to my dreams... 
And color them, 
And treat from black-and-whiteness, 
And give them sounds, 
Smells and sensy lightness... 
Remove my sadness... 
Help to overcome 
My understanding 
That all I’ve lost could not be found. 
Your silhouette on window frame’s background, 
Your sole glance 
Can greatly change my mind.