Full moon

Full moon, wolves are howling far from city lights,
Far from human laughter and pretentious care,
Slinking so quietly, deeper into velvet night,
Far from pompous gazers, ostentatious life in glare.
 
Standing near window where luxury is blooming,
Where words like flowers are woven in Persian lace,
Where human silhouettes like rapid shadows moving,
You look through glances stumbling over your own face.
 
Orchestras are playing songs you cannot hear,
Violins and flutes seems talking to your inner strings,
Closed windows but the sounds are flying pretty clear,
`Cause these are memories brought by ice-cold winds.
 
Those dancing shadows are the moments of gloom,
They`re not from flesh and blood, they have no eyes,
They look like happy dancers spinning under moon,
But they will melt at break of dawn, in hugs of night.
 
Those flying sounds, fallen from the distant piano
Are nothing more than silent tears you dared to shed,
Like raindrops upon the window glass they come and go,
That face amidst the shadows is the life you never had.
 
Window which the moon is throwing its rays upon,
That wall preventing you from hearing the sounds…
It`s love settled in your heart but finally was gone,
Now when you`re empty you can hear that music loud…
 
Full moon, wicked smiles are seen though darkness,
Wolves are no more sneaking through the silence,
No more piano, flutes are heard in steps of sunrise,
Just ray of morning light in sound of fallen diamonds…
- Svetlank@ -