Gentle, quite gently a breath from the end of the horizon blows a ship above the oceans of time, overcomes the dreamed rooms in those the longing for summer allows the eyes to shine. Were you in my dreams last night? And was it your hand stroked my cold skin like a butterfly? Almost I would not have felt them, but nevertheless, I am sure it was your hand and I understood what it wants me to say, and deciphered the message from where you were and are. Your eyes were diamonds and they illuminated the night.
It is so frightfully quiet. Solely indistinct music from recollections blows through my mind.
I was in a house, a awfully big black house, gloomy it was there and humid the walls. Hard my breath and my skin was dampish like morning dew. I saw men. Hundreds of men. In red suits, red shoes, red topper and red leather gloves. They carried white feathers in their hands, these must have been millions. I behaved quietly, I knew its forbidden to be here. One called something, it sounded like a name, however, I could not understand. And then they started to seek, with lowered head and stooped backs they searched the ground for something, something that had to be incredibly small, because her noses almost touched the wet, grey concrete, and, besides, they inhaled audible.
Another one called anything; the others ran to him, thought disappointed they shook their heads, so that tiny dandruffs flew around which soon covered the ground like snow. This seemed to me to complicate their search. More and more I ducked. My body became smaller and smaller to me and almost I did not feel myself any more. Suddenly all red men stretched their back.
Positioned themselves perfectly straight and remained where they still were. A quietly sobbing penetrated into my ear, and also the others heard it. They laid the heads crooked and turned the bodies in the direction from the sobbing came.
It came from outdoors, before the door which I noted at this moment. Without hesitating a moment I ran out, out by the door, over the humid ground outside. The sun stood high and bright in the sky that I could first recognise nothing. Then... I saw, and I got a fright till the bones. In front of me, spread up to the horizon, people lay, in the nude. Some without movement, others like stooped under pain, thus as if they can`t bear the light any longer. Behind me I heard the red men cursing, they ran around, one bumped against me so that I fell. He stamped fast like a shade. Jumped, no, nearly flew and darkened with his body the sun
and
sat down on it.
Or in it. I could not recognise it, because presently it was absolutely dark. And quiet. No sound was to be heard. For very short time. And then something whispered my name, weakly and quietly.
Like a faint breathing - Where are you?
I whispered back.
Here, I am here!
Your voice.
Speak with me so it I can find you!
Here, I`m here, come to me, please come to me!
And then I saw you, naked and pale your skin. I seized your outstretched hand and it was as cold as ice.
Finally, you are there!
You whispered.
Your eyes fill with tears.
I don`t remember to have done this!
You breathest loudly.
Do you see these red men? Always when somebody wants to forget the person he loves, they come from their hiding place. They promise money, wealth or power. They lure with putative love, with
lust, they sweet-talk with cotton-soft words and swing you at night in your sleep. There you slip out of them. You notice that in the morning, because you have tears in the corners of your eyes.
However, they disappear fast, because then you`ll see all the things which they gave to you. And with every wish they fulfil, with every thought you have to something different than to the person
you love, every time you forget the beloved one, this love loses a feather of the wings.
And with every feather which disappears, your beloved one will feel a little more heavy, will feel the ground under the feet as harder and harder, and one
day your love will not be able to fly any more. Your love will remain somewhere for the wings do not carry any more. And one day you will find the person your once loved, and you can`t remember
any more what she`s meant to you, because you look from the high, and from there everything looks different!
You`ve told me all this, and I recognised myself.
I remembered my wings, felt the place in my back and a tear sat down in the corners of my eye.I bent down, laid down beside you, took you in my arms and held on you. My hands on your back. What I
touched were scars. Quietly I heard your breath, felt your hands and fingers on my skin.
And in my beginning sleep you breathe into my ear:
One day we`ll have wings again, my love
And we will fly
High in the sky
With the birds
And the clouds
And the rain.
