Birdsong Poem by Eugenia Dubinova

Soft step, diamond frame on the window,
Imitating the rays.
That is what eyes are used to.
You and I were canaries in the coal mines;
Bleak sights of intense agony.
I need you,
I want you to slide your hand down my head.
Smoke it with frankincense.
Do what's in your power; my angelic mask is waning.
No demons will hold after the dawn,
in this city.

Archery master, the heart of freedom is the target.
As in the dream, falling into daffodils with great slowness.
Crashing diamond frames with the remaining dust of my mask.
Reality is the cherry on top,
which you have hidden in my sun.