Post Tenebras Lux Poem by Eugenia Dubinova

Can we understand love?
Touch it as a pure child,
with lovely hands, smelling of gentle soap.

As everything, as the tender purple sky,
by early morning, walking past the clean sheets,
the bottoms of legs dew-kissed, cool sensations,
all fresh, and the young sun, not yet heated to its core.

And if so, then we can come into the river.
We can be loved in nature.
And today we can admire all things,
as we can also admire them forever,
as if songs were caressing every lively string of our being.

Warm walls, warm eyes.
Breathing anew, I know we can
envision our thoughts as gracious gifts,
as incandescent lights.