Avalanche

Index, middle
Step one by one
Forward up down,
An unpaved path.

Each footprint left
Stirs up ripples.
A distant storm
On land well known.

The core pulsates,
Summit ice melts.
One big avalanche
Of fleeting void.

Empty Cup

O empty coffee cup on the floor!
Having your first and final roll?
Did you perchance feel THAT warmth too?
Or did he/she just finish and coldly ditch you?

The Absent

Clawing blindly along my walls
Staying awake on nights unkown 
Gasping for air abundant
In darkness seeking the absent

Fiat Lux

Void, sans form, the earth was.
Upon the face, darkness was.
God said, Let there be light: 
And yet there, though divided
From good light, darkness was.

Вечеры

помнишь ты вечеры?
некоторие те моменты
весь мир и забыли
краски красиави
в небе и птицы!

помнишь ты разговори?
вместе мы сидели,
в глаза посмотрели
и снова в любились
вечер мы каждый


(I know this is really wrong Russian! but... that's the best and simplest I could do!)