You Are Hiding

A Pushkin Sonnet

If you are hiding
I don't understand
If i am crying
Please hold out your hand

You can see me, but i am blind
Too difficult are you to find
Open my eyes, make me see
What is making you hide from me?

Inside there is pain
Outside there is the sun
I love to laugh and make fun
Of this inner rain

I cant see you, so i have nothing to say
But i still wonder what is making you stay away...