Opalescent

If and when

You are fed up with her,

Come to a Dnipro riverside beach.

 

There, with a transparent soul

Growing out of reach,

Give birth to courageous thoughts

Of your internal determination.

 

Our country, our passion,

Our source of inspiration,

Pain and frtustration.

 

It hurts so much, so deeply

Devastating it is -

 

All sorts of refined

Investigation

Bring not a shadow of relief.

 

Once again

You feel that symbolic vibration

Of young and high-level grief.

 

I know it -

Love's a relentless enemy

That kicks us out of our

Tremendously luxurious life paths.

 

We expect happiness to last

And not to be lost

At any airport

Like a light-headed ghost.

 

When you start to navigate that wholesome

And ridiculously drastic pain,

You will notice a fragile figure in the rain,

Reciting lines

Of an academic nature.

 

With dark opalescent eyes

She will greet you

Following the protocol of admiration

And will keep listening to lamentations

Of the river, endless as your dark and moist emotional clouds.

 

She's too independent to drown

In your notoriously controversial look,

With a hint of a hook

In a cave of her restless mind

She will find

Signs of relief

 

And both you will will achieve

An all-consuming, all-covering,

All-transforming quality

Of order behind a lace of collateral solace.

 

No one will erase

That high and sensational friendship

And twin flames in the newest dimensions will explain

The opalescent rain of sincerity

 

Which for aeons inside will remain.