Farewell with Gardens

Written by Dmytro Chystiak

I see you for the last time

In a flash of evening windows

You cry but do not sing

You run out as your smile falls

When we embrace

Close our eyes

Silence echoes into silence

And palpitates on shoulders

And wheezes in the chest

Water lilies burst to bloom

Seed shines in seed

Rising tide after rising tide

Suddenly storms crash

Panes rattle and crack

Your cave opens

Stone falls from the eye

Snake darts from the palm

Into darkened vines

Home is a rock instead

Cherry-tree battered by storm

Cherry-tree of white fires

An unscorched wave

You will turn away from flame

A swallow on the shoulder

Salt appears on your face

Into the summer sea by windows

You will plunge, not drown

Remnants of a dead cherry-tree

Carried upwards in the eye.