Elena Voynarovska. Your voice (№ 393740)

Your voice is from another world
A disembodied way, a scream and a whisper.
In it, the rustle of grasses, the breath of the wind,
Light as a feather, soft as silk,
It coats thin
An invisible aura of bliss,
It allows me to forget
About his own imperfection.
The night sleep;
I will drown in the gentle waves,
I turn into an empty vessel,
To the brim fill myself
His immense depth,
Its thrilling sound,
Its unknown spring,
His incomprehensible grief.