A moment lasted eaons when the stream fell still
Red leaves spiralled 'round us like a cocoon
Once proud poplars stood silent and afraid
Of how you changed, in an instant, your form;
Your hair became water and flowed down your neck
Forming tiny drops on precious silver skin
Eyes blue as the skies and deep as the seas
A look so soft that could break a man's heart.
Our mouths stayed shut, but words passed lips
As we composed silent poems profound
The songbirds formed your all of words
And an awed silence became all mine.


The moment passed with the flow of the brook
And these forms were swept downstream
We stood alone, together, as always;
I wonder, what shape was I through your eyes?
I had seen you, Rusalka, seen the beauty inside
And you became all my dreams.
The silence has gone, the world is so loud
And we're deafened by water on stones
The birds now sing for us to depart.
But what if we leave our hearts in this stream?
Will we lose all that we thought, and forget
And return to the same life again?