Come, walk with me. 

We will sit in the park, maybe, 

and find the stars in the sky

which are hidden behind 

clouds which are dark as your eyes.

 

Oh! Your eyes!

Maybe, when we will get tired 

after walking miles, 

we will sit in a garden. 

I will look into your deep, gleaming eyes

and try to resolve the mystery they hide.

 

We will have purposeful and meaningless talks

when we will sit on the grass in between the walks

or maybe, we will try to understand silence

of the night and that we hold within ourselves.