Night Mangupe

< Tatiana Melikhova
(From "Mystery Mangupa" cycle)



In the full moon night a huge red balloon
I rise above the mystic mountain.
Having absorbed the heat of the ground in July,
Slowly, he turned pale, to become the moon
Familiar form, whose pearly light
He beamed over the world millions of years.

Thus inspired, wrapped in a blanket,
Look into the abyss of the sky above the earth,
And listen to the whispers of the stars. Disappear trail
Old-time in the ruins, like Troy,
the human face is erased from the memory
Those who prayed in the basilica naves.

He flashed meteor. His fire,
Exploded in the subconscious of a star,
I fell into the palm tetradigitate
Mangup. With bowed heads
At the edge of the abyss, on the verge of sleep
Passed feodoriyskaya Princess,
And the wind, blowing the words with cold lips,
Like a mantra he repeated: Mangup Mangup ...