Border

Night is the border
Of Earth and a Dream,
Having a guard
As a little gray mouse.
Dog is not barking
And air of the stream
Drifts near the silent
Alternative house.

The house of wood
At the edge of the all we see
Where are the whispering
Waves of the air
Waving the branches
And beginning to reach to me,
Playing with my weightless
Weightless hair.

Someone who lives in
Is bringing alarm in dreams,
Someone another
Is bringing the peace.
Near the border
I'll stay without sleeping
Till these high stars are
Continue to gliss.

I see the cold spring
Sparkling and breathing.
I see the leaf, which is
Flying above.
Gray little mouse
Stay quiet on her border-post,
Glad with this working
And happy enough.

2001

***

Not face
But feeling, coming from the things,
That both Reality and Dreaming brings,
Some ancient sense that gathered from apart
Could take my heart.

Not features,
That unreadyble to me
(Examining your face I hardly see,
And can just guess what it could be instead
Your funny shade),

But something more.
While curtain keeps the sight,
Let time equal our faces, let it write
The common features - little "me" into
A very strange "thou".

And while I'm learning changes of the world
The inner eyesight rises to behold,
It floats to where all things are forming, and
We joined, my friend.

But some strange vision turnes me back to ground:
A sleeping guard on curtain's edge, I found,
He waits for time, impregnable and calm
Untill it come.