Paweł Markiewicz
You hound are a starry night over fog,
Fallen in love with the Epiphany.
The moon may be mine! Told the moony dog.
With you tender garden – is so dreamy.
Bewitchment of stars, your ability.
Your hunting is dearer observation.
A moonlit night is your eternity.
May the soft ghost be in adoration!
Roses awoken in glory – starlet.
You can taste, listen and feel them galore.
Enchant the nectar in druidic glade.
It was drunk from Ovidian amphorae.
Be, you dog, a heart-shaped meek poet!
Broken wings of loneliness are dead.