"My angel dozed off..."

 By Viktor Sosnora

My angel dozed off (why'd you even fly in?).
He slept. And of good things only would dream.
He slept with his wings and his lyre.
But his lyre was really superfluous.

He'd wake up tomorrow: "Horizons, come clean!
By heavenly masters
the sun lowers in!"
The sun?.. Please awaken,
    My martian, my angel!

Out here in stone rooms (o come fly on your way!)
with love (that's a heavyweight query!)
beside a half-masculine face once had lain
a face of half-feminine body.

Now all of these blocks are asleep (what a jail!).
On street-sides just emptiness, darkness remain.
  Look over these windows - wind-vanes!
    And all of the nightlamps - fruit-like.

Your custom modernity? Don't you dare dream!
Modernity’s one, and no others!
Wake up! With a smile, and then fly on your way,
and fly on your way - always!"