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Ours

by Igor Byzow

 

You came into my heart so gently and noiselessly

That I found myself a captive of your passion

But I don't want resist that fully

"...and I love you..."

 

Your wishes and your soul run into mine so

That now I can't distinguish between us.

You are me, I am you,

"...and I love you.."

 

You, dear Princess, sacrificed yourself so fearlessly

That you have saved your beloved Prince

And you have the key to my heart.

"...and I love you..."

 

Your tender key has opened the lock of my heart so

That all my concealed feelings broke away

As white doves get their freedom,

"...and I love you..."

 

Your angel fell in love with my angel so

That they have no barriers of distance;

And every night they come together,

"...and I love you..."

 

Our magical dreamland opened new pages in Love's book.

That which is written shall stand in Heaven,

And now is our love equal to eternity,

"...and I love you..."

 

August 1999

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Dream

 

by Igor Byzow

 

My Angel takes me into his confidence

Just like the realized dream of Copperfield's sense

He taught me the art of flight

Now I can take you with me at night!

 

Don't fear and trust me

Only lean on my knee!

I'll take you in strong arms

And elevate you on the clouds.

 

We'll sit close with each other

And we'll swim here as bathers

Remembering childhood we'll dangle our legs.

The coolness of clouds will prick our ankles.

 

Our Earth is so small from here

Neither the war and nor disaster

Nor earthquake and nor Illness

Only the beat of your heart breaks the stillness.

 

I'll tell you about my dream of life

I want to learn the secret of His craft.

And I wave the magic wand

At once it will spill the wonderful sound.

 

Just like a glittering golden rain

It cascades on the ground's pain

In every house comes in the kindness

And in the hearts of people the happiness.

 

They'll forget about wars and sicknesses

The joy and the love will fill our planet always!

My Teacher says that the Love will save our world

And I believe Him entirely so my dream will be fulfilled!

  

December. 1999

 

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I was dead, but now?  

 

 by Igor Byzow

 

I was dead?.. like a rusty lock with a key

And worms of the indifference devoured me.

As if a massive weight of the ground pressed heavy upon my chest,

It was impossible for my feelings to break away on the rest.

 

Black and white life flew by dull

The days were grey and equal,

As in the everlasting tunnel with flashing light

They hadn't time to illuminate my side.

 

I was dead? I revived in my sleep only

And it was as in nice fairytale, really!

I was dying gradually, but something survive

In the distance places of my heart was life!

 

The mute and cold Moon was the mistress of my house,

Once alive juice of my love was covered the thin ice.

The romance of my youth now seems inconceivable

Forever lost? never retrievable.

 

I was dead? but suddenly, once in the my blue

As rainbow droplets of morning dew,

As they melted this early coolness,

Like the fetters my soul became worthless

 

You appeared as a rainbow after summer rain

You cleansed my heart the water of life, removing the pain.

Your breath warmed the faded flower,

Your fingers raised the bowed stem with tender power.

 

I was dead? but now there is a warm caress,

Changed the cold and Moon's hostess.

My heart was as dark as a house closed up tight,

Yet now the forgotten sun does burst forth with its light.

 

Like the hand of an invisible painter

You paint over this black and white picture

With beautiful colours, and now the silent film has come alive?

And now I want to sing as a newborn bird only revived!

 

Once upon a time, I was dead? Now every morning

When I open my eyes, I see that you are smiling

Now my soul with safe guard

And I feel your Angel with me always, as God!

 

And now I know, that I never die?.

 

October. 99 ã.

 

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 What are the tears?

 

 by Igor Byzow

 

This is small part of soul break away

As like waves of ocean covering the bay

And it keep the scents on the cheeks and sands

In form of bitter-salt crystals.

 

These is sweetest rest after the delivery,

The hug and clasp to the bosom carefully,

Greedy bites of lips of precious baby,

Droplets of pain mixed up with joy's lady.

 

There are caprices, first "Why so?"

And light penalty and first "No!"

These are first steps, the fall and bruises,

And milk-teeth, the allergy and doctors.

 

These are wins in the school and sports

And sudden surge of pride for our kids.

These are raise the National flag and keep the peace

The pride for own guys combat against violence.

 

These are first love and sleepless nights,

Treason of friend and sweetheart's lies.

When you cry silently and fear to wake the house

Tomorrow only humid pillow betray the night feelings.

 

These are time when you have to part with beloved

After these love. As like he steadily roved.

And presented favorite toy take away now

And your hands won't warm it tomorrow.

 

This is intolerable pain of inevitable loss

And the impotence to stop the eat up body by death moss.

But the faith that they'll get Eternity instead of its

And next meeting ahead to suppress our sobs.

 

These are the sin and the Repentance

With new inhabitant inside you get Forgiveness!

And He render precious assistance,

And He guarante to you the Paradise!

 

These is a flight our souls during intimacy,

And the access of tenderness. That's a mercy!

To burn with the desire to flow together

As darling baby to own mother.

 

As ocean which full of our tears

As all they so value in my own ways.

And I am ready to give up all my heart

For tears of joy on cheeks of my sweetheart.

 

8 January 2000

 

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Igor makes his home in Moscow, Russia.

 

 

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