Evening Hyperborea Poem by Liza Sud

These figures are even more beautiful in the evening,
Illumination shimmers like precious gems,
It seems alive, the plots shine with colors, gleaming,
They take away with their cosmic greetings and beck.

At night I dream of cosmos in concentration,
By beautiful symbols-meanings they hide the world,
My soul is caressed by figures and ice perfection,
The water froze - like the movement of the Great Thought.

You look at it like a rabbit at snake - spellbound!
And you yourself disappear with flows upwards,
As revelation of spirit - this icy frankness!
And how deeply you love then this frozen world!

And there I by chance met a group of the Chinese people,
One unexpectedly offered me photo-help,
I was so touched by politeness, he was so decent!
He praised my Chinese for just two words - a compliment!