Pictopoem by Tatiana Arsénie and Irina Moga
Frail hours in the shadow of the Water Tower.
mixed with grains of sun
scattered under the traces of your steps on
Sidewalks. Closed cafés at dawn
when tree branches are almost silenced,
in the tapestry of whistling blackbirds
and the sirens’ choir.
Bicycle spokes, empty tables and – ahead -
cathedral eyes gazing at me
through stained-glass flutter.
My love for you – a secret hymn,
which I proclaim
from the balcony of a whisper
on this day.
This pictopoem was originally published in qarrtsiluni and is part of the book