I See, I See The Crescent Moon~Anna Akhmatova
I see, I see the crescent moon
through the willow's thick foliage.
I hear, I hear the regular heartbeat of unshod hooves.
You don't want to sleep either?
In a year you weren't able to forget me,
you're not used to finding your bed empty?
Don't I talk with you
in the sharp cries of falcons?
Don't I look into your eyes
from the matt white pages?
why do you circle round,
my silent house like a thief?
Or do you remember the agreement
and wait for me alive?
I am falling asleep. The moon's blade
cuts through the stilling dark.
Again hoofbeats.
It is my own warm heart
that beats so.