You warm me up with your lips,
Like a goblet with the wine.
The night was gone with final sips,
Just nothing left behind.
The moon fell down into the glass,
My eyes are full of sorrow.
She knows, I will like dying grass
Become alone tomorrow.
The clock is measuring my way,
My eyes are wet from tears.
I do not know where I shall stay,
I have no love, no fears.
I would be screaming if I could,
You only drink the wine.
I will forget you how I should,
My love will always mine.
The smack of wine is very tart,
My soul is in the fire.
My love was like a piece of art,
You never could admire.
So in the silence of the night,
A hundred years from now,
Look at the moon's eternal light,
Come back to me, but how?
Moon s light
© Copyright: Ося Некрасова, 2007
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