My brother of the silver moon,
The nignt is coming soon.
I take the twilights from the skies
To Earth with silver spoon.
Dressed in the clothes of grey-not silk
With napkin white as milk,
I pour the glass with silver dreams
For you again to drink,
Add honey of the sweetest lips -
The mothers dearest kiss...
Sleep, child, tonight with cat of mine
As black as cloud seems.
It will be singing you a song
From sunset to the dawn...
You have my love, you are alive
Until my heart beats on.
Good night
© Copyright: Вера Бочарова, 2009
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May night be soft and dream be sweet
as Mighty One would wish
And may the path be silver lit
And cat may dream of fish
that cat will catch with paw in lake
Which made of milk and jam...
****
Hey,what a mess in brains?! Awake!
I've drunk a lot... Oh, damn... )))))
Sagittarius 11.05.2009 10:19 • Заявить о нарушении
as Mighty One would wish
And may the path be silver lit
And cat may dream of fish
that cat will catch with paw in lake
Which made of milk and jam...
****
Hey,what a mess in brains?! Awake!
I've drunk a lot... Oh, damn... )))))
Sagittarius 11.05.2009 10:19 • Заявить о нарушении
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