Happiness

Slow, soft as the wing of turtledove,
the night fell on us,
and with its blurred colours
brought the salvation to the world.

The river is silent in its strength,
passing by in an unknown direction,
sluggish and lazy it’s rolling on,
never changing its temper.

And on the shore, just above the water,
the weeping willow bends over her branches,
protecting a part of eternity
from a painful and slow passing of time.

The Moon is sliding, shiny and tender,
through the gloom made by beautiful dreams,
and one star, small and pale,
is uniting with other, radiant and big.

One firefly, seduced by happiness,
that’s embellishing the dark with noble light,
revels in the night of his life, without knowing
what is going to happen on day that follows.