He was older than she, she was a beautiful girl, In her miniature body he could find a soul, And they were a pair, Over trifles they didn’t fight. And everybody was saying, These are husband and wife, But only one little thing Strangely maddened his life, He loved her much, And she loved to fly at night. He felt pain when the window gave no light, Couldn’t sleep, locked the window for the night, And he wept, drinking lots of bitter tea, Every time when she used the night to flee. Then she swore in the morning once again, No more flights, from this day she will refrain, He forgave, but nights are dark behind the pane, And she flew through the window all the same. And he gave her roses, bought her perfume and fur, He devoted songs and read poems to her, Yes, he clutched at a straw just Like the very last fool. He feared that one night With the full moon alone, She may forget it - the way back home, And so it happened, sadly, his fears came true. And three days and three nights he Would not sleep or eat, He stared at the sky From his window seat, He repeated her name and He stood on the ledge and frowned. When the moon has begun to roll to its wane, He stepped from the ledge, as if he were insane, And he flew, just like she would plane, Yet not up, but down.
Posted on: Sat, 05 Oct 2013 00:49:26 +0000
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