IFOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND 5 by Semen Kirsanov

And behind

And behind the white tablecloth,

and behind the white book—

there is a "you,"

and there is an "I."

Not a day will pass—mean

neither behind the white tablecloth,

nor behind the white book—

and there will be neither you,

nor me.

Come

Come

to me

in a dream  shadow!

Show yourself up high, in the window.

Write a letter

on the sandy seabed.

Call during the high tide—

perhaps...

at the ebb,

I might manage to get through

to the receiver of a shell helix smooth

on the ocean floor?

I beg of you:

come to me

in my dreams more!