не обладаю ничем - ни загрустившим пространством- темно-зеленые...

I have nothing - not a sad space -
dark green walls look at me without blinking-
neither a tousled body, nor a tired thought-
- what to say about you.

you are my light-faced Orpheus, gentle distant fire,
if you get closer, it hurts, but if you move away, I will freeze,
I know, all these are notions, each has its own space-
and still was confused.

tenderness tickles-tickles, big-playful grasshopper-
in the throat of the roulade.
This is how eternity manifests
He wants someone to overhear:

All is well dear
Cold kindest aunt
Cold softened sky
We will dance in circles.