He Was Older Than Her
He was older than her, she was quite pretty.
Inside her tiny body was a real soul.
They strolled together, they didn't quarrel about trifles.
And all around them said - what a husband and wife
And only one bit of nonsense drove him out of his mind -
He loved her, she loved to fly at night.
He suffered when it was dark outside.
He wept, shut the window at night.
He didn't sleep, drank bitter tea in the kitchen
In the hour when she flew at night.
And afterwards, in the morning she swore
that last night was the last time.
He forgave, but at night it's dark outside
And she would fly away nonetheless.
He gave her roses, bought her perfume,
Dedicated songs to her, read her poems,
He grasped at straws like a complete fool.
He feared that one day under the full moon
She would forget her way home.
And this is exactly what happened one night.
And for three days and three nights he didn't sleep, didn't eat.
He sat by the window and stared at the sky.
He muttered her name, came out to meet her on the ledge.
But when the moon began to wane
He stepped out of the window like she used to do,
He took off, like she did,
Though not upward, but down.