O Woman, I am a Lily of the Valley...

O woman, I am a lily of the valley,
     not an automobile,
     do not try to find me,
     for I am the wind,
     forever changing my course,
I am a smile, not a postcard,
A face, not a photograph...

Come, swim with me in a tear,
Love is a sad bird,
It has no home, it is always
      in the wrong nest,
Come, sing with me a song
     of a lonely lark,
Look inside the forest of my eye.

Let the eagle show you,
Let the night teach you,
     we are never at home in
               this world,
We always want more...

                                           November 1, 1986
                                        --Alexander Shaumyan