Snow

The snow flowing and falling gently,
takes my mind in a journey of long ago vivid memories,
sweet and tender they are,
bringing to life an endless past.
Memories flow in torrents,
washing away my fears,
birnging perfume of roses,
and a bunch of dreams sprinkled with sweet tears.
Sweet snow, wrap me in your bluish evening luminosity,
let me dance with you,
give me your cold embrace for all eternity.
Cover me in your whiteness and grant me that blue cold kiss of yours...
Cold breeze, friend of friends,
waving my hair and taking me under your care,
do not leave me behind,
and keep me going with the snow,
in this never-ending journey of time,
snow, snow, snow,
from this dream I just do not want to go...

9/2/10
RQ
Moscow