savage silence

Leaden clouds covered with themselves silver disk of the moon,
flickering stars, and horizon looming as not clear line,
enticing somewhere in a distance, in a shadow of dim fires,
it seems the touch of a hand will bring them to live in a dance of the storming sea...

As if in a dream, on a verge of precipice,
the silhouette beautifully fall asleep in mysterious expectation,
listening to sad sounds of the nature, shivered fingers clasped knees,
and the rain sticks the poisoned arrows into the skin,
spreading on a body the cold moments, fears...

Immersed in thoughts, looked up to the sky,
in the eyes grief is reflected, pain engraved on the lips,
savage silence is a seal in the bursted heart,
and life has hidden loneliness in veins, mixing blood with emptiness,
it is cold to be alone, feelings flow from unseen wounds,
crystal tear slides down the cheek, and the wind carelessly whistles a melody,
playing with drops of a rain on a moist back,
as if drawing a grid of a spider kilometers, kilometers to the daybreak,
maybe the sun will sear cold flesh and show a thousand dreams,
infinite flight...

For now wet, black wings wrapped in a fog,
in a darkness of the night, in a melancholy howl of the sea...