You Were Living For Me, Poem by Liza Sud

You were living for me,
you were running to me as a deer,
And I thought, and I thought...
I just had no faith, blocked by fear.

You were serving like Christ,
You were probably - His palm and His hand,
and I had, and I had
my own complex of abjective teasing.

You turned silent like lamb,
you were lost for me, just like my father.
I start to understand -
you became too close to my sapphires.

I don't need any words,
I need only the empty light tunnel,
All is positive! Choice
measures heaven as well as the ground.

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Ты ведь жил для меня,
устремляясь подобно оленю,
а я думала, думала... страхи
мешали мне верить.

Ты служил, как Христос,
его длань и рука был, скорее,
а во мне был, во мне был лишь
комплекс моих унижений.

Ты, как агнец, затих,
как отец - для меня потерялся,
но к сапфирам моим -
слишком близко, видать, приближался.

Не нужны мне слова,
нужен свет лишь пустого туннеля,
все прекрасно: земля,
небеса - выбор их соразмерен.