Сутки

The stars in the Milky Way
Run away from the sight of the hidden eye
Behind the veil of dreams . Not for the first time
I can not see us behind the curve wire .

Prompt loose mound .
Mound me in the palm of broken glass ,
Flocked to the sun rays , like a stream ,
Falls from sunset poured fire
As long ago as once .
The sun at its zenith.
And in schools , playing, cry
Scissors, tick, salochki ,
Girls, boys . The morning and the sun goes down
In the early days , to reappear in the moon
And in me and in you .
But wait a little bit -
It's only in the future ...