by Paweł Markiewicz
the eyesome fay at the crack of dawn in winter is weeping the winter rain in the form of magnificent teardrops is dropping down it is to be mesmerized in glaciated dreams of muses the shepherd boy hears the falling of the more tender rain like meek tears the docile Nixie by Christmas morning is crying the winter drops in terms of mignonne teardrops are falling down it is becharmed in a snowy soul of muses the child of a falconer tastes these Apollonianly meek drops the meekly miraculous Siren at sunset glow bawling the winter snow - wonderfully tearling-shaped - falling down it can be ensorcelled in frosted muse-like hearts the druidical companion looks at flurries full weird of the tearlets the magnanimous Sibyl at midnight in December crying the winter snow-rain - marvelously tearlet-shaped - falling to the ground it's worth being enchanted in the hazy fantasy of the muses the guardian of Winter Queen's touches some Herculean traces of the rain
17 Man: herculean forces power of the endless winds melancholy of the evening my anxiety and your beating of wolf's heart all this creates my fantasy with delightsome philandering and my inner world of wonderful dew which loves and worships every sip of ambrosia Wolf: the temples of Zeus there I found your traces to the world of dreams a dreamer - wolves can also dream but in the loneliness of the night like any poet loving endlessness of a wasteland and of a thousand diamond dreams
18 Man: Noble hearts of poets charm existence and delights of Zeus beautiful clouds and small clouds as well as the whole sky of delightful swain you have dreamed wolf during memories at dawn and morning fog remember druids and the heart of the poet Wolf: flocks of birds are flying off the evening camp is dying in the ancient temple you have set up a poet your temples of musing of the philosophy they love our magic time and a dreamy charm of a starlit heaven with beauty of a hummingbird
19 Man: in a happy cloud there ancient gods live with charm though you cannot see their wolf you have not seen you have to believe me in the clouds of a resplendent gentlefolk the most sincere feelings rule there is a romantic silence Wolf: in the clouds of fantasy fairy reigns - a dreamer she conjures up diamond rainbow above the cloud under the cloud the herd of cranes is being saturated with melancholy the cloud long live like poet and dawns
20 Man: garden in the sun the fruits ripening bees are dancing as a muse – exquisite sentinel of dreams you are watching the summer the young wolf – friend of feelings in the philosophical distance the poet admiring this garden a drop of eternity he is writing a poem about fulfilling melancholy Wolf: The autumn garden the fruits were collected you think about the new spring the dreamer blissful man sometimes the fall can perpetuate and color garden with rainbow colors like a springtide fragrant with violets