Podarok

I came to you with a present -
Of a rusty roof wet traces,
Cry that's never to be heeded,
Gaze that on a palm lies weary,
Wind on which no longer horses
Travel up toward the heavens,
Hands that could not get hold of them,
Morn and night together waiting.

I came to you with a present -
Of a dusty pathway stirrups,
Pair of wings defaced and broken,
Morning in a splintered wineglass,
Rain that on a screen lies withered,
Holiday that smells of absinthe,
Fallen childhood and adulthood,
Weariness and weariness.

I came to you with a present -
Solitude that lies between us,
Pleasure in a dusty framework,
Funeral from false illusions,
Blows, whose weapons are forsaken,
Three battles and half a medal,
Hands that no longer imagined
Meeting with the one that loved.