Bad night story

Дмитрий Коба 80
She comes into my heart at night,
When hesitation took my mind.
If I could see her splendid sight
It would completly make me blind.


The silenes filled the  room at last
And only breath was what I heard
Than time began to flow so fast
Like dying cause of bleeding bird.


The rustle of the milky sheets
Reminded wisper of her lips
She was like pretty queen on throne
And than I never felt alone.


I did’t even realize.
Was that reality or dream ?
But feelings were like paradise,
Went down from sky & seem
To stay on earth & never rise.