Дмитрий Алёхин – 400 Poems (страница 8)

A simple thing to have and hold.

I drink it slow, I feel it run,

A quiet moment in the sun.

No sugar, no ice, no lemon slice,

Just water pure, it's very nice.

It washes down the dust of day,

And helps the tired mind to stay.

The Apartment View

My window looks at other windows,

A row of squares where life just goes.

A light turns on, a light turns off,

A distant sound of someone's cough.

I do not know the names inside,

But we are neighbours, side by side.

A hundred lives in boxes small,

But in each box, a heart beats all.

Finding My Glasses

Where did I put them? Gone again!

I search the desk, I search the pen.

I look on shelves, I look on floor,

I check behind the open door.

And then I feel them on my head,

Right where I put them by the bed.

I laugh at me, I laugh out loud,

A silly human in the crowd.

The Snowfall

The snow comes down so soft, so white,

It covers everything in sight.

The cars, the roofs, the dirty street,

All look so clean, all look so neat.

I step outside and catch a flake,

It melts so fast, my hand will ache.

But for that second, cold and small,

I held a miracle, that's all.

The Song I Don't Know

A song is playing, I don't know,

The melody, the words, the flow.

But still I tap my foot along,

And hum a note that feels so strong.

You don't need to know every part,

To let the music touch your heart.

Just feel the beat, just move your feet,

The song is yours, the song is sweet.

The Broken Cup

My favorite cup fell on the floor,

It is not whole like once before.

A crack runs down the side so thin,

I think about the state I'm in.

But I still use it every day,

It holds the tea in its own way.

The crack is there, but so am I,

We both are trying, you and I.

The Ferry Ride

The water moves beneath the boat,

I stand and watch it stay afloat.

The city shrinks behind my back,

A line of grey, a fading track.

The wind is cold, but I don't mind,

I leave the busy world behind.

Just me and waves, just sea and sky,

A perfect place to let things fly.

The Night Bus

The bus is empty, seats are free,

The city lights are all I see.

We pass the parks, we pass the stores,