Silence all around,
when the birds aren’t chirping aloud;
I come by, then, at the time
when you reach the height of evening.
Utter a sincere lie,
and lay yourself down in the town,
where there is no one around,
and darkness reaches the height of evening.
You come, surrendering to the soul,
gripped by a differential thought;
you whisper a name, but no one knows —
in the silence of the evening, and its height…
The city sleeps with light,
with a blanket of dreams and night;
at the edge of shore and success,
the night shines more than the day…
The city runs on the metro track,
and people upon one another;
to dwell, and to do well, it fills everyone —
and whispers its loneliness, on a wonderful night.
Sunk under the weight of my own,
I surrender my peace to welcome her;
though the sky, not so distant, is burning,
the finite is not so serene…
Plain roads are a symbolic game:
the closer it seems, the farther its way;
up above, yet so dispersed within its own,
covering an inch of the sky’s stone…
Noisy, yet entertaining now,
it feels like riding hell with your own;
a hidden glory beneath the flying cloud —
how it matters, leaving its comfort shell…
In the full night of the dark lorry,
the Lord walked to the fire and spelled a charm;
and I showed my heart to you — and it was gone:
the feelings of it, now, are what they call love and hate.
The moment of my dream, I seek today…
the one I remember with your love…
the one that lasts in your remembrance.
I feel your touch in every pain I cry at night…
I look for you in my shadow, in the dark…
and I know you are with me, still.
Though safe in my heart, you are not in my mind;
though forever in my thoughts, you are not before my eyes…
I wish there were a destination for this sorrow I adore each day,
in this parted life of yours and mine…
Just your memory stays with me, day and night.
Some are bleeding their way, raining in a crust of hate;
a few are loving this world of desires, trying hard to touch every sky.
Yet through the beauty of lies and the words of worldly desire —
you’ll pass, you’ll fail, you’ll cry, you’ll rejoice,
but it brings only silence, at the end of this carnival.
Stop by the sea of rush,
and listen to the crying at the shore;
you’ll find a hundred of yourself there —
but not one of them with another.
As she walks to this side,
trembling my heart with the feel of her deep, sea-like eyes,
I wonder what I am leading toward next —
but I just know: my mind will not leave you now.
Passing away with the dusk, wondering a while about the day;
I hope to see the dawn again —
but after the darkness, a day is lost.
Swiftly, slyly, she hides inside my dreams and keeps me awake the whole night through —
until at last I fall asleep in her arms, of love and of life.
She comes from dreams and sits beside me as I sleep;
she hides, yet her world seeks my eyes as they glance at her. She lingers, trying me with her smile, till I am lost in its depth —
she speaks in silent words, and I wonder, and I listen.