Dream Of The Most Desired Farewell Poem by Eugenia Dubinova

Silently into the night, I look at what I am left with.

Our houses, crimson roofs tenderly highlighted.

Enfants holding candles, 

soft, gentle faces full of hope.

With hands outstretched to the window,
catching the spirits

that fly above this night, 

all visible to the stranger's eye.

This shelter of who we once were,

of who we are now, 

of all things unsaid, 

but for the play of fate,

for what no time was given, 

or, perhaps, no ears were present.

Oh, how it flows through me, this pain and love,
cradled in the snowy wave

of this night of farewells.

For all it's worth,
gods sent them here, 

so our mortal hearts could be exalted, 

all hearts could be forgiven,
children's hearts could be cherished,

night's heart could be eased.

And all the tears we spill on the graves of those we eternally miss,

in this sacred night,
be turned to warm touches, 

to glances of pure devotion,
to the notion of mutual freedom.