Ты подожди,
                                                               ты потерпи —
                                                                                          зима пройдёт.
                                       Весна проклюнет,
                                                                         как птенец,
                                                                                              на речке лёд.
                                       И снова наш
                                                               воскреснет лес
                                                                                          под гомон птиц,
                                       И солнце вызолотит дым
                                                                                      твоих ресниц.
                                       И после слёз,
                                                               как после ливневых дождей,
                                       Всё озарит
                                                           улыбка радуги твоей.
                                       И, окрылённая пером,
                                                                                 взлетит рука,
                                       И оживит
                                                         роса чернил
                                                                                лист дневника.
                                       И, не уверенный ещё,
                                                                               гитары звук
                                       Засеет поле тишины
                                                                             под сердца стук.
                                       И ты напишешь вдруг стихи
                                                                                            без горьких слов,
                                       И в них поселятся надежда
                                                                                         и тепло.
                                       Пусть предстоят ещё шаги
                                                                                         не из простых,
                                       Но мы одной
                                                                с тобою крови —
                                                                                                я и ты.
                                       Зачем терять,
                                                                скажи,
                                                                            едва успев найти?
                                       Зачем искать —
                                                                     давай прокладывать
                                                                                                           пути.
                                       Как необъятное
                                                                     попробовать объять?
                                       Разящих стрелок
                                                                       на часах
                                                                                      не замечать,
                                       Свести мосты
                                                                 и вместо «нет»
                                                                                            ответить «да»,
                                       Догнать ушедшие
                                                                          когда-то
                                                                                          поезда.
                                       Ты только верь,
                                                                    что это всё
                                                                                        произойдёт.
                                        Ведь солнце выйдет из-за туч
                                                                                              и снег сойдёт.
                                        И ты поймёшь,
                                                                    когда вдруг сбудутся
                                                                                                           мечты,
                                        Что просто я
                                                                сильнее верил в них,
                                                                                                       чем ты.