Side of the River

We'll run to the side of the river 
In the morning at five o'clock 
We'll hold each other and shiver 
And run out to the rock 

We'll take off our shirts together 
And hold each other undressed 
Around us the birds will gather 
And in our love build a nest 

We'll put our heads together 
And watch, as the speedy stream 
Is dressed in every color 
And turns into a dream - 

The pink cloud of the sun rising 
Engulfs our minds and hearts 
And makes them warm and wise and 
With all of nature, smart - 

The delicacy of existence 
Ephemerality of life 
Will penetrate with no resistance 
And pierce into us like a knife - 

The tenderness of our passion 
And elegance of your mind 
In English, in French, in Russian 
Will hold us intertwined 

Poems will fly around us 
As music us enslaves - 
Cosmic opera astounds us 
And mingle with the waves  - 

The works of Bethoven, Chopin, 
Blake, Wordsworth, Shakespeare and Keats 
Will our minds and hearts open 
And feed them spiritual sweets - 

And fired by our desires, 
Together, as in a dream, 
We'll blend into the sunrise 
And like the sun we will beam.