Older Poem by Igor Balatsky

My eyes
are getting older every day –
and less distinctly
they can see
your faraway mountains
on the distant horizon of dreams

My body
is getting older every day –
and it's become
so difficult for it
flying to you every night
as a moth

But it doesn't concern
my deep-loving heart
which sees you every moment
and my evergreen soul
that will never get tired
of drinking your spring tenderness


'Dreamland' (2009)