Running in the rain along the Wisla river

In this hot and restless night

Amongst the dark and sleepless light,

And under pillow-pushing sky,

Beside the crow that cracks and cries-

A vivid image, fleeting, fair,
Of that same face, the eyes so rare,
Burning brown of hazel beauty,
The cheeks so high, the lips so fruity.

And that same voice, it fills the air,
The Polish accent to my brain impairs,
As I recall that midnight rain,
"Sleep like de dead”, our animal noise games.

And I learned "Vee-ska" and "Keezy-Meezy."
The world was soft and felt so easy.
And all of pain was washed away,
Even when I kissed you and you turned astray,
 

Because in your dancing, darting iris,
I gazed a depth so filled with kindness.
And all I really wanted to do,
Was to distil that moment, for eternity, with you.

And the rain lashed down and I was smiling,
Our soles slapped the ground, your laughter chiming.

 And I lifted up and was away.
And it wasn't dark because night felt like day.

And then we came upon that seat,
The Wisla’s birds all sang a greet,
The freight that clattered on the rails,
The Wisla’s current, I watched it sail.

 

 And then you lay upon my groin,
As all my senses became conjoined.
Our eyes met in youthful glory,
And you asked me "Tell me a story."

So I did, about what you are-
A princess from a land afar.
You were enraptured. I added flair,
My spirit soared as I beheld your stare.

I finished the story, we both were soaking.
Another train passed, its chimneys smoking.
And the leaves whispered in the trees,
Your velvet waist still across my knees.

And we got up and ran along,
As my heart sang our favourite song,
Your tanned skin was flushed, your eyes were gleaming,
Nothing mattered! All life had meaning!

We slowed to jog, and from jog to dance.
Begrudging eyes yearned our shared romance,
At the park we skipped through hand in hand,
Our teenage selves taking full command.

But then you saw that vagrant sleeping,
And cursed aloud, you looked like weeping.
And I just loved you all the more,
To all unfortune our duality roared.
 

 Then hugging you outside your convent home,
We said goodbye, and I turned to roam,
Reflecting on a special night,
Reflecting on such beautiful sights.

.. My mind drifts back, I'm still under covers,

 I release it again and let it wonder…
Trying to comfort you when you were stressed.
The sight of you in that tight black dress.

When we were running-your high cheek-bones,
When you were laughing -such a sweet, sweet song,
How great you looked with that flower in your hair,
When you danced so free and without care.

Sometimes your aura had ethereal grief,
Moments later your eyes were sparkling with mischief.

I miss your smile. I miss your jet-black hair,
Your clever distant eyes, your thoughts so rare.
So I lie with your bracelet around my wrist,
Stroking the rubber, remembering our kiss.
Wherever you are, I hope you are well and happy,

Happy as we were on that wonderful night.