A Rather Distinct Serenade Poem by katerina shmelyeva

no, not the same night
looks for us.

courageosly
my imagination climbs
upon a domelike sky

abruptly paused,
overripe
with unshed tenderness:

oh my
sweet home's where
nothing wrongs your image,
no one does,

far far above
and utterly beyond
those fussy moments,
sad old buzz -

but let's not speak
of earthly things! -

I'll wrap you round
with my yet unfledged
wings

and handle with care -
we'll pass
this <different> night away -

like grafted roots of
shear-strained stars.