Images and poem by Oleg Yuzefpolsky
The morning, you see…
the sun behind clouds is still the sun
do not miss the clouds in search of light.
darkness kisses daylight – they are lovers
who meet in the secret rooms of twilight and dawn.
i saw them penetrating each other with tongues of fire
in the Valley of Flowers, right in front of the Temple.
undisturbed, they made love for centuries
on the bed of revolving heavens.
i left my room 15 minutes to infinity
and never came back again.