Siren- he song

I dreamt about you,
my sweet, carnivorous siren-he,
whose profound and touching
voice of self-consciousness
reminded me of a shadow from the past.
It was one of those sullen afternoons
when everything,
even your out- of- this world voice,
sounded stronger than it should.

‘With lies you can go ahead,
but you can never go back’, I heard.
Many times
I was asked about the balance sheet,
where life and death made me being still on the credit.
As if I had still been on the brink,
I deluded myself that I could have turned back
and one more time
looked into your transparent eyes
and touched your glittering, pale skin.

I needn`t have woken up.
If I hadn`t had enough strength to make this moment longer,
the boundaries would have been still like a silver mist
flying over the running
white horse always free ,
I would have remained in a colourful,
melodic
dream set in a desert island.