Christmas dream

< Leah Altukhova



Winter is coming, cold grows stronger.
The weary night on Christmas Eve,
You dreamed of me ...
strong ...
Wet berth,
And we were surrounded by sea water.

You ran across the deck, tanned torso
Flickering now and then coping with the wave.
The ship was old, skillful team,
and it was called very symbolic «Love».

We threw waves on the shore, moaning
Bend the mast curve arc,
I warm bundle clutched to his chest,
Ready to sail in the sea forever.

She looked furtively happy couples
Circled on the deck Boston waltz.
You frowned, knowing that time is short,
And the captain soon will issue an order.

In which I obviously you do not belong here,
And how to save our fragile relationship?
Offshore never happen fresh, water
Do not replace the radio hug.

We are running out ... so
Please time,
Give us a little bit, at least a couple of minutes.
You're frowning, you're repeating "my burden
We can break. How to choose your way? »

Suddenly covered with green waves,
Think, "All" and whispered, "until .."
I thought I will not part with mist,
When my hand grabbed the hand.

STORM. screaming; someone here on the beach.
I firmly decided that I'm staying.
In the dream, I love openly and boldly,
But in real life is not dare to look in the eye.