Thursday, December 27, 2018

Wedding




When I have been about twenty,
 Mid-eighties with the drops,
 And storms with folks were fighting
 For the unharvested crops 



That times, the friend of
 mine has told
To come To celebrate his wedding
On bride and on her
 father’s gold
And here am I with gentle
walk along the river
 With aim of wedding party
 In village next to mine

Too messy for the morning:
The iron hiss
The drawer creak
And happiness
Of buddy-groom
Just woke up
And neighbors’ fuss –
No room for dullness
With dress the bride is proud
And no chance to miss the lace


But modesty is not the inspiration nature
 Despite the day is blessed for others
 With sacrament I’ve got
 the light and got the danger
 Of sudden painful flame
 Ignited in my soul
 And heart is having only
 thought –
To getting married. As life
 is one and goal
To happy be, and wedding
 at the river, and love
 intimacy by angels brought
The day was full of
Wonders
 And got me confident to marry
The one I’ll call beloved


Along my path was looking
for my love in vain
And has been all beset
with thought
That life is nothing more
than miserable strain
 And lots of pain and no
 hope forth
The last resort –
Imagination
 And having dreams of
 sweetheart face
 The heart was getting
 Warmer


The ages passed and
 Dreams came true
When once a time,
 In night in June,
We’ve gifted kiss
 In rose bud light



Khinkiladze Katerina


No comments: