The night is coming, covering my hands,
The night is coming, covering my mind;
I feel – behind my back – somebody stands,
With full of fear eyes I glance behind.
None. Only clots of darkness in the corners,
Like spiders, smiling venomous and evil.
And everything seems to be sin and ominous
In all these chilling my heart games of devil.
I pray to God, I feel his love in me,
I feel – my prayer makes my breathing light,
And while the night is dark, I pray – you see –
Please, Lord, please, hold me very, very tight.
A night prayer
© Copyright: Елена Кобзева, 2007
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