The Sky Poem by Liza Sud

How could all it happen
that among all the fictions, once
a true story was born, revived it
and maked the fictions shine?

Maybe you are Northern Lights,
beauty of glacial lakes,
Fiction you may not utter
winter's hot fireplace?

I yearn for you, up to diseases,
I paint you in the night,
a herd of polar deers
goes for a walk in snow light...

Who are you, hearty Arctic
endless light verse,
that cling as the wave so ice-cold,
but in heart as the fire burns?

I forgot the fatigue and lust,
I see only your eyes,
in them open spaces shine,
and you want to live, but you can't,

because when when you reach the bounds
capabilities of your wits,
what is left to you in your whole life, -
is the sky and the lights in it.