Reflections for Котейка

This one, the last from the year abroad, was born out of distress at having to say goodbye to someone, as I stayed in Strasbourg for another six weeks after they went home. Our story would in fact continue for another two years, but the end of this phase was pretty painful, and for all I knew it was already the end. What I had left was the city, which, though beautiful, could no longer fully compensate.

REFLECTIONS FOR КОТЕЙКА

We're stirring in our sleep

The dream will soon be ended

By the curse of circumstances

We're waiting to awaken

To the grey of the aftermath's deep.

Every corner, every street

Seems a landmark lit by love

A pane in a stained-glass window

With a glimpse of another future

A reminder of your heartbeat.

We're echoing the dawn's chime

When the best thing to have happened

Will inevitably vanish

From the world of our today

But linger in our minds.

Every place you took me

In travel or in romance

Was new to my experience

The memory's eternal

That you gave to set me free.

We've shared the same few months past

The frosts and thaws are over

And the sun has come to shine

It was not always certain

But now we're singing to the last.

Every time I faltered

With an error in my planning

I would hesitate to follow

But I would not turn away

Though the season can't be altered.

We watch the calendar roll

It won't bring back that winter

When all was just beginning

And we didn't have to battle

With the summer and its toll.

Every day spent with you

Has changed me for the better

I have to let you realise

It has to be said clearly

Though the verses do not want to.

We've forged a living legend

From memories and passion

From journeys and adventure

And quieter acts of kindness

That will last beyond the end.

Every year before me ran

When I'm sure I will recall it

The too few months spent with you

The days in which it ended

And the joy as it began.

When our time has turned away

The dream's warm heart will live on

From a kiss that spanned a frontier

A meeting at a crossing

And the wealth of words to say.

My reflections almost done

I turn back from the window

To walk this empty city

My spirit aches without you

And I always will remember

That I loved you, little one.

Thanks to: Queen for Who Wants To Live Forever and White Queen (As It Began), Men Without Hats for I Sing Last (Not For Tears), and Sting for Ghost Story.