The dance goes on

(Moscow, October 2015)

A white white cloud

Holding smiles of Appolinaria.

His efforts are useless,

the smiles keeps on escaping,

Here and  there  and everywhere.

For how can he hold

Something , as godly as “light”

In his hopes, in his dreams, in his songs

Light is for everyone, No?

She dances, in his world

He sees with her eyes,

his world becoming hers

her winds he breathes,

her warmth he feels

once again…,

and the warmth often reminds him of the presence of others

Those others,

living far far away

and deep deep inside

living their own lives, dreams ,and hopes

And because of them

the smiles keeps on escaping

in this ever expanding dance of Apolinaria

He wants to find you everywhere perhaps

and nowhere he is ever alone

far far away,

deep deep inside….

the dance goes on….

S.