A Song for Debbie

The moon was whirling in the vortex of my mind,
I chased your eyes with torrid tears blind,
A burst of song was gushing from your heart
That trembled on your lips slightly apart,
The moon, the yellow round liquefied,
Played in your hair as your spirit cried
And wept and broke in the torrents of the song—
O how long, my darling, how long
My lingering yearnings and my days forlorn
Will pain my tethered chest?
To feel the warmth, the sadness of your breast,
To kiss your lips so moist, so tightly pressed
Against my own, darling, that I may
Just once conceive a face so bright and gay,
I'd give up all to see you, if but once,
In all your beauty and your elegance,
O darling, with your stunning, furtive glance
You can ignite my spirit in a dance,
With stars and oceans you dissolve my feet,
And there I melt in cosmic dust and heat,
I float in a rainbow and the sun,
I stream like rivers, like sweet sap I run,
Filling with nutrients all sections of a tree—
I sing, I shout, I'm completely free,
I touch your hair, now I'm the sea,
And you—you are the sky,
My love, I cry
And laugh in tears of the joyful spring.
 

                                        July 30, 1987
                                     --Alexander Shaumyan