Gushes of Tears from Your Deep

 A breeze – you are – my face is fanned by;

a high tide – which off my footsteps wipe;

a plume – tickling me in my palm;

a foam – gently caressing my soul;

the voice of yours – murmuring – charms.

Here – you are – my second half – close to touch;

breath – rushed from your lungs – has enveloped me mistily;

the sapphire – of your eyes – has fluidly penetrated me;

my bosom – by peace of your heart – has been swollen

in the ardent embrace of the sun.

An ocean – you are – quietly on the flow,

engulfing – my whole being – in emotion

and then – submerged in waves – the ocean ebbs far off,

beyond reach – not a drop to be hold of.

The open arms – of a tranquil lake – I dream of,

to go down – below its waterline,

getting drunk with tenderness, getting drowned in love,

only – to dwell – in your depth.

Gushes – of tears – from your deep

only – do I aspire – to wipe dry,

drowning – I am – your solid ground.

Gushes of Tears from Your Deep © Ladanseuse

English translation of "Slzy prýštící z hlubiny Tvé", dated 25. 4. 2022, edited on 17. 1. 2023