The Law Of Love Poem by Saniya Galeyeva

The moon is growing pale, becoming softer
And melting in the humid, rainy mist.
I do not want to cry and to feel lonely
As I once used to do and used to be.

The moon is growing dim when sunk in doubts.
But I will cut them and make a collage.
And then I will believe in you and all your vows
And will not call them senseless useless mush.

The moon is laughing in the starry sprouts.
And they are running through the dark inside.
There is the Law of Love — and we're its subjects.
And everything around us is alight.

The moon is not aware of the point
Where its semitransparent beams will fade.
But there's one thing and we do really know it -
The miracle is growing like a babe.

It's like some magic, hidden but felt keenly.
It's like a dome that shelters two burnt souls.
The night keeps us and we can breathe in deeply.
And you can tell me all the dreams of yours.

The moon will grow blood-red like sweet ripe cherries.
The silence will turn into jingling bells.
I will forget my false shame and old fears
And hug and kiss you as the Love Law tells.
08/04/2018 (tr.)