The poetry of night...
As sweet as nightingale,
So much to come in sight,
So much a fairy-tale!..
So much to see and hear,
So close and yet so far;
Excitment, joy and fear
Reflecting in a star.
The sky is full of dust
That's shining with it's pride,
You gather all your trust
And risk to step inside.
Inside the happy home,
Inside the box of dreams
Where underneath you roam
Among the rainbow streams.
And so the breathing stops,
Remembering this sight,
And carrying with drops
The poetry of night...