Zerkalo by Andrey Tarkovsky from Dustin Lynn on Vimeo.

First Meetings We celebrated every moment Of our meetings as epiphanies, Just we two in all the world. Bolder, lighter than a bird's wing, You hurtled like vertigo Down the stairs, leading Through moist lilac to your realm Beyond the mirror. When night fell, grace was given me, The sanctuary gates were opened, Shining in the darkness Nakedness bowed slowly; Waking up, I said: 'God bless you!', knowing it To be daring: you slept, The lilac leaned towards you from the table To touch your eyelids with its universal blue, Those eyelids brushed with blue Were peaceful, and your hand was warm. And in the crystal I saw pulsing rivers, Smoke-wreathed hills, and glimmering seas; Holding in your palm that crystal sphere, You slumbered on the throne, And - God be praised! - you belonged to me. Awaking, you transformed The humdrum dictionary of humans Till speech was full and running over With resounding strength, and the word you Revealed its new meaning: it meant king. Everything in the world was different, Even the simplest things - the jug, the basin - When stratified and solid water Stood between us, like a guard. We were led to who knows where. Before us opened up, in mirage, Towns constructed out of wonder, Mint leaves spread themselves beneath our feet, Birds came on the journey with us, Fish leapt in greeting from the river, And the sky unfurled above… While behind us all the time went fate, A madman brandishing a razor. Arseny Tarkovsky P.H. ~ 7yrs

“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the World, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay ~ P.H. 2yrs