When you saw a figure
under falling rain
it was running me,
you thought I'm insane
but i had a thing left,
inside, that remains
something that runs still
with my blood thru my veins
I thought it was love,
in fact it was pain
...and I'm running away
and i think i'm insane
away from the past
away from myself
away, very fast.
i feel split in a half.
the night is the queen
her revenge for the day-
darkness hides everything,
takes the colors away.
but right here, in this time
in this park, on my way
under showering rain
you are bright like a day.
i smell storm in the air.
steaming silk of your hair,
sudden sight, tender touch...
do we really need much???
Rejected and back again
© Copyright: Одинокий Дух Спирта, 2005
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