Marie 🌹 The Intimate Ocean 🦋 Анны Ахматовой (Remix) (Remix)

I saw my friend to the front door, Then lingered in the golden dust. From the neighboring belfry, Solemn sounds came drifting down. “Abandoned!” — an invented word… Am I a flower, or a letter? And now my eyes stare back, severe, Into the darkened dressing mirror. Golden dust and lying mist, I am falling ill with nameless love. A furious star in a darkened mirror, I am a letter carried off by the wind, A flower cast into the spray of time… What is the use of resisting the intimate ocean? The thirtieth – Setting sun – Wednesday. The city's outlines take shape in the twilight. Some idle soul must have invented the story that love exists on earth. And out of laziness, or out of boredom, everyone believed it, and so they live: They wait for meetings, fear separation, and sing their songs of love. But to some, the secret is revealed, and silence settles over them… I stumbled upon it by pure chance, and ever since, I have been ill. Golden dust and lying mist, I am falling ill with nameless love. A furious star in a darkened mirror, I am a letter carried off by the wind, A flower cast into the spray of time… What is the use of resisting the intimate ocean? To wake at the break of dawn, because joy itself is almost too much, and gaze through the cabin window at the green and living wave; Or, on deck beneath the storm, wrapped in a warm woolen shawl, to hear the engines humming, and think of nothing at all— yet, feeling the coming meeting with the one who became my star, in every drop, in every breath, to feel myself becoming young again. Golden dust and lying mist, I am falling ill with nameless love. A furious star in a darkened mirror, I am a letter carried off by the wind, A flower cast into the spray of time… What is the use of resisting the intimate ocean? The intimate ocean…