The veil of night has landed on a street,
The tired lights of lanterns home return.
The line, where Terra and Ciello meet -
Erased - as if the sun was never born…
The radiant stars like chandeliers up high
Despite the lanterns are so fair and bright…
Against the silent wall I lean and sigh,
And wait for Morpheus to come this night.
He will approach so quietly – I shan’t hear;
His eyes are smiling – in his heart it’s storm.
Embracing me, he’ll scare away my fear.
His hands in May and January are warm…
Come, Morpheus, and kiss me. Hold my soul,
My eyes are piercing the celestial clock
And silently you come… don’t hear you, no –
I see the stars reflecting in your cloak…
the lover in the lips of a lady
© Copyright: Владислав Мацкевич, 2007
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