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[Yume]

Yellow Eyes

We've roamed the wild country
My beautiful yellow eyes,
Side by side we've hunted
Shadows dancing on northern skies.

There have been times of plenty
We were content and serene,
Peacefully sleeping
Dangers few and far between.

We've also known much hunger
Ribs protruding from each side,
Mournfully we howled
When our starving cubs had died.

And then there was our first winter
Romping thru the glistening snow,
Tasting each crystal snowflake
Falling gently to and fro.

Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes
I've known no greater love,
Without you, I am nothing
Our wild souls are one.

And now you lay there dying
Steel jaws upon your frame,
Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name.

Helpless, I watch you struggle
Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.

The blood has now stopped flowing
I know the time is near,
And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear.

And now my world is silent
Your struggles now have ceased,
I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace.

Perhaps your soul has lifted
To skies where eagles soar,
And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more.

And someday I shall find you
In the heaven's so far above,
And when our wild soul's unite
There'll be no greater love.

Šo rakstu rediģēja Reiki: 07.12.2004 14:08

[ils]

The Rushes
A jolly fisherman sat
On the river bank,
And before him rushes
Rocked in the breeze.
He cut off a dry reed
And poked-out some holes,
On one side he squeezed,
And on the other he blew.

And, as if coming to life,
The reed spoke out --
In the voice of a [woman]
And in the voice of the wind.
And the reed sang sorrowfully:
"Leave me, leave me!
Fisherman, wonderful fisherman,
You're tormenting me!

I was a maiden,
A beauty was I,
In my step-mother's dungeon
I blossomed,
And many grief-laden tears
I innocently cried,
and to an early grave
I blasphemously called.

And there was a favorite son
Of my step-mother's:
He deceived young beauties,
And frightened honest people.
And once we walked near evening
On a steep bank --
To look on the dark-blue waves,
And on the golden horizon.

He asked for my love, --
But love I could not,
He offered me money, --
But I did not take it;
He killed unfortunate me,
Struck my chest with his knife,
And buried my corpse here
On this steep bank.

And over my grave
Grew a these rushes
And in them lives
My young soul's grief.
Fisherman, wonderful fisherman,
Leave your reed.
It's not in your power to help me
And you're not used to crying!"

Šo rakstu rediģēja ils: 19.05.2004 16:56