Moon-Blindness Poem by Igor Sinelnikov

Glasses and walking stick -
You have moon-blindness
I'm taking your hand
In dark of aurora path.

As a guide-dog his owner
As Noah - last Earth man
I'm taking your hand,
Not allowing slip up.

Till first klaxons, songs of morning birds,
Walking on sopping and falling leafage,
In the inscrutable, melodius silence,
I'm confessing my eternal love for ages.

The world was flooded up
By sunshine that erode us
You took off your glasses,
I looked in your eyes.

There was nothing,
But basilsik inanity,
Inescapble sadness
From the inside.