Elizabeth has two friends:
A horse, and someone from a dream.
Behind the curtain of eternal rest
rustles the rain.
But here, like always, it is Sunday,
And candles, and holiday,
And summer, and laughter,
And that which is not allowed.
Tell me, then, why
The statues fell down, to the wires,
Why did we duel and leave,
Throats to the lash?
She put her finger to my lips
And whispered:
“Do, what you want,
But don't speak,
words - are death;
Are death….”
And our bodies will fly open, like doors,
Up, to the skies,
There, where we can fly freely,
Gliding smoothly.
And there, like always, it is Sunday,
And candles, and holiday,
And summer, and laughter,
And that which is not allowed;
That which is not allowed.
My first submission- just had to be my namesake.