By Yasen Vedrin
(The Vine of Engadi)
“I have compared thee, O my love,
to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots...”
(Song of Solomon 1:9)
A craved-for sound of clicking horseshoes’ stride.
Bright fairy horses fly into the sky.
My lonely voice just asked into the tide:
“Do you love me? Even a little, try...”
And as if tenderness, with flowing manes,
Gathered wild winds throughout its racing flight.
While our emotions – playful in our veins –
Shone with the sunrise of a morning bright.
Our hearts were sparking from the horseshoes' beat.
And that loud thud – that all the world must throb,
When with our lips, prepared the flash to meet,
Within a single kiss my soul you rob.
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