Meeting Benches World art in all forms
TIME LOVERS
You on the finger you wrapped straw, there on the finger, where you dreamed a gold ring. I still conversed with the sun, and you already were becoming pale in the moonlight. Behind us, suddenly he began to rustle. And you had laid the shadow head, on its leaves. Hair after the hair, by it took you. It only for the burning nettles, jealousy of the earth, hidden in the grass, with a burning gem, you latched onto a calf. You cried, and the frightened moon jumped on. The earth stood between you. And slowly he turned on its side, until, until we covered both of grass and leaves. Lost, like us, that night were thousands. A great silence of fish, under the scales of the whisper ran there with mute lips of the moon. And it felt that with the heart, we already were touching our fund. But in the meantime, we opened in a new depth.
(František Hrubín)
