Volatile

I anticipate you. The years pass by -
All in a cloud I foresee You.

The entire horizon is on fire - and unbearably clear,
And I wait silently - longing and loving.

The whole horizon is on fire, and the appearance is near,
But I'm scared: you will change your appearance,

And insolently arouse suspicion
Changing the usual features at the end.

Oh, how I will fall - both sad and low,
Without defeating mortal dreams!

How clear is the horizon! And radiance is near.
But I am afraid: you will change your appearance.
Alexander Blok