Poet - part 1

Poets need muses. But what if you find one and fell in love with her? Should our friend risk his work and propose, or just keep watching from distance?

I'm sitting in the cafe like every day. Is it too noisy place for a poet? Yes, it is, but view in the mirror on the wall rewards me for my discomfort.

Oh, my muse gave me a fleeting smile. I know, I usurp unjustly what is not mine, but I can´t do otherwise. I can´t go and speak to her. I have to be satisfied with the reflection in the mirror. Who gives me right to spy on her? What would she think, if she knew about it? But no matter that, her smile is worth all pain in the world!

Smile
I don´t know who I am,
What I am
Where I walk,
Whose messenger I am,
Death or salvation for me waiting,
But I keep smiling.

I originally came here just for coffee, to hide from the weather. When I settled down, it occurred to me that I could write a poem about a storm, but look out the window wasn´t inspiring at all. I couldn´t see any poetry in a thick gray pouring rain running down the window glasses.

And then I saw her for the first time. She came in, with a group of friends, magical being   among the shadows. My heart squeezed in my chest. Trying not to stare, I turned away, embarrassed, and my eyes fell on the mirror. Suddenly, I was looking into the eyes of same color as sky after the storm, and thousand verses celebrating that colour started to dance in my mind.

Storm
All that water dripped from the roofs!
I'll let it leak where it wants.
I'll let the wind, blow into my face,
Let´s is play with my hat,
Carry it awayin the teeth,
Up to the last fence of street.

A lot of puddles one next other,
They are witnesses of my cuddling mood
I´ll step into them, I´ll stand in one of them-
The heart can´t  soil
And the other is without importance.

I couldn´t tear my eyes of her.  I've never felt anything like this. Desperately, I tried not to look at her, but my eyes still wandered to mirror.  How to describe the beauty of an angel? There are no words for something like that.

It is possible to fall in love so quickly? The whole time I had eyes only for her and my coffee  cooled down unnoticed. When they raise to leave, I rose too, of an sudden impulse-  and I sat down again.

It's a miracle that they haven´t noticed me so far, if I went to them now, it would be obvious. No, I can´t  reveal myself. And yet ... Yes, I'm going after them. Let her see me. And maybe she´ll smile and she´ll start a chat with me.

Crowd of people outside scared me. No, I can´t follow her like a thief. Indeed, I met her only by accident, I have no right. And actually why should I care, there are thousands of such women.

I lie to myself. I know that I won´t ever meet anyone like that. And yet, I'm a coward. Letting her go and secretly hoping to meet her again ... hope dies last.

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Autor´s note:
Poem Smile is from back side of index from elementary school, unfortunatelly I forgot name of autor.
Poem Storm is from collection Moje najmilšie (Ján Smrek).
Translation by me.