Visions of the Crown (of Mighty Deer)

The air was fresh with orange scent
And all the stars were bright and clear.
I wandered through the spellbound forest
And saw a Crown of Mighty Deer.
I heard the song of a nightingale,
The one no birdie can compare with;
After a while I closed my eyes
And thought: “…wish you were here…”
I rushed and ran around a bend:
I crossed the brook, climbed up the stairs,
Then knocked on heavy wooden door
With hope to find you sleeping there…


You suddenly turned on the lights.
“Were you asleep?”, “Oh, no! My dear…”
You told me that you’d thought of us,
I smiled in joy, ‘cause you still cared.
We left outside and hit the road,
And all the colours’d changed, I swear.
The leaves became big, flashy, red,
Our clothes and sacks had gone somewhere.
And what was left – just you and I,
and magic for our lips to share.
The Sky have opened and it seemed,
That He froze-up to the atmosphere.
No motion, not a single breath
and no emotion. We just stared
with eyes wide-opened in splendour
To see the Crown of Mighty Deer…


Our hands unchained, we separated:
We found ourselves not standing near,
The silhouettes became so bold.
The brightness we could hardly bear…
You finally understood that all
We saw and felt would disappear;
I told you this (mouth close to ear).
And while we were getting near
We saw the branchy naked bush
Instead of Crown of Mighty Deer.

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---- Rimas from Lithuania