ILIKE

BUT THERE HAS TO BE MORE.

Now summer is gone
And might never have been.
In the sunshine it’s warm.
But there has to be more.

It all came to pass,
All fell inot my hands
Like a five-petalled leaf,
But there has to be more.

Nothing eveil was lost,
Nothing good was in vain,
All ablaze with clear light
But there has to be more.

Life gathered me up
Safe under its wing,
My luck always held,
But there has to be more.

Not a leaf was burnt up
Not a twig ever snapped…
Clean as glass is the day,
But there has to be more.

Arseniy Tarkovsky