Comments about Eugene Levich
I meet her each night in a city of dreams.
Under a feverish sun my dream city gleams.
The waking world’s darkness is its light.
The waking world’s dawn becomes its night.
She there awaits me, graceful as a dove.
Ephemeral is life, eternal is love.
Flowing dark tresses frame her finely-wrought face,
Slender and poised at our dream-city place.