A SPECK WITHIN THE EYE

By Yasen Vedrin

(Fireflies in the Palm)

If only this bright day could be a charm

And miracles would happen with no boundaries,

I would shrink down at once, safe from all harm –

Into the silken space your hair surrounds.

Bound tightly with a single hair around my waist,

I would descend down to your eyes so kind.

And after that I’d look, but late in haste, –

At what you hid from me within your mind.

You speak about a speck within your eye...

But tell me, is there truly such a part?

Should I become a Gulliver, to try,

Because a tear of secrets weights your heart?

That secret, filled with full impossibility,

In which even a single touch brings pain.

When everything grows complex with fragility,

And there's no meaning in the words "if" or "again".

That secret – meaning, all the kindness told,

Which never opens love or unlocks the gate.

Which passes by, untoward and so cold,

With all the craved-for things denied by fate...

I understand! We drift apart, we two!

A tiny speck within the eye divides.

And yet the day could be a magic view,

Where rains of miracles pour down from all the sides!