Adieu, Adieu … Poem by Vladimir Marku

Loitering down through shrubs of my spirit
Briers, nettles, thorny buds
Looking for a daffodil, a daisy or a myrtle
Oh, his touch of butterfly
Blushes the rose with a cry
I thought nice'd be a glass of wine
Amber, blessed, red and fire
To sin tonight my spirit plies
And forget the holy ashes of my hopes
OK, let me draw remorse in the depth of my soul
Damp it deep and tie with nerve wrathy ropes.
Rubies of stars sprayed on fair hair
With the splendour brooch of Milky way.
Adieu, adieu dystrophic dreams
Hanging on my life's line
Waving rags, dried and ironed hundreds of time
Have I wasted my life
The wretched, the unworthy?
Could the choice be now a knife
And damp earth with life's wine
And close the rusty gate?
Oh, my love, it's now too late
And drink your face with the wine.