Under the moan of northern wind I try to fall asleep,
Dreams stitched into pillow, deep in universal grip,
In arms of eternity calling your name one more time,
Listening to the tranquility of soothing rain at night.
Soon wind subsides and stars surround pale moon,
Twilight prey birds start whispering their dusk tunes,
Naked branches shake my window making it vibrate,
I fall asleep early in the morning and wake up too late.
Feels like everything’s sunk in oblivion and buried,
Shackles all over my nerves but I’m not at all scared,
I’m safe in arms of eternity where blissful love dwells,
It’s too far from paradise but also not a burning hell.
Like a puppet hung by invisible strings I move ahead,
Feels like everything’s happening deep in my head,
Like I watch the sounds and hear someone’s steps,
Feels like I’m drowned in sleep but I only steal a nap.
It’s not with me, it’s someone other’s dying out story,
Eternity’s in me but where come from those worries?
If I’m enwrapped in silk of solitude, why am I crying?
The moon is so bright but candlelight is slowly dying,
Thus my sleep falls apart into smallest atoms of grief
And crimson dawn hides behind my window like thief.
Ceiling almost falls on me and walls squeeze me tight,
I haven’t slept a minute, I cannot let go of this night.
But sun replaces pale moon and stars turn into puff,
Arms of eternity weaken and give way to human love.
I open my heavy eyelids letting golden sunshine in
Whilst newborn day reminds me of sleeping dream.
Slowly like a snail I’m creeping to light up the dark,
To wake up someone precious with a gold of heart.
And even if it’s just a tiny dream living deep in me,
It can never be replaced by divine arms of eternity.
November, 29, 2013