Our Minds Were Drifting

Our minds were drifting
As we stood there drunk
With all the world,
The all-embracing wind,
And our thoughts
Were radiant like the sun,
As we kept breathing out
And breathing in
The life in all its
Playfulness and thrill—
Our minds were drifting,
Drifting through the hills
That followed winding roads,
Lakes and streams,
And you were young
And lovely like a dream
That shone like the moon
Inside my eyes—
Yes, we were young,
Our home was the sky
And our occupation
Was to be
Just as we are—
Directionless and lost—
Our minds were drifting
As we stood engrossed
In one another,
When each moment seemed
To last eternity—
Our breaths, our lips
Were interlaced
In perfect tenderness—
Yes, these
Were the only things
That mattered then...
Which now seem
Only absurd and pointless.

   July 23, 1995
--Alexander Shaumyan