Sergey

Through the bristles of pine
He follows me
Catches on with my dreams
Sets me free
But as two we are three

Sergey.

He whispers to me
Through the breezes by the sea
Words of his I cannot erase

These words are saturated
In the mountain landscape
And in this stone upon my hand,
Which keeps our promise

Love, Sergey
I do
And I’ll say that for a lifetime
I do.

written July 24, 2009