The candle’s burnt away
And darkness hugs me up.
In these so present days
The night attracts my mind.
It gives the world around
Unusual makeup
And mysteries surround
The wanderer in the dark.
Some inner, sacred fears
Arise within oneself
The night – the best of thrillers
Awakes them, gives them life.
But also the beauty
Of stars unseen in light
Is granted to the lucky –
The wanderer in the night.
I thank the candle’s sacrifice
That ‘prived me of the light.
The wanderer in the dark
© Copyright: Польский Сергей Игоревич, 2011
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