The Sweetest Substitute

Dreaming? Dying? Fatally drowning in warmth,
Misty haven wavers enveloped by doze.
Dusky desert cold sun barely touches with light,
And after one instantaneous flash wintry whiteness returns to the night...
...I say "it's night", but you answer "it's day" looking straight with mysterious smile,
While we are circled by rounds
Of the powdery-pink clouds...
It seems to be my sweetest substitute
And started as a cure for solitude.
Random remembrance brings sudden awareness of truth
Showing how wrong pass is easier to find than to lose.
Sparkling, laughing room full of women and men,
I watch them two by two dancing, almost completely ignoring me, when
Leaving indifferent shadows you step towards me with mysterious smile
To pass from your hand into mine, glass of ruby-red wine...
Now it is more than a simple substitute,
Now it is more than a cure for solitude...