Your two fingers gently caress your face
precise in their touch
rhythmically moving upward
to come together;
herald of a new day …
Your dark hours
caress me, hide me, protect me,
I adore your silence
save the gentle pulse of you.
I need with a black passion
to hold these moments forever,
to stop your onward journey into the light of day
for this morning must never come.
But my efforts can never bear any result
for, even if I could stop your relentless march,
you serve a greater master than me
and to stop that celestial dance
is beyond any possibility.
So I know what I must do
and smile at the simplicity of it …
It is I who must withdraw
from this unending journey
of dark into light...
One grain, one taste,
stretches every minute, every second;
you slow your caresses,
the celestial dance ceases,
the black night settles over me…
I have bid farewell to morning ...
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
Your two fingers gently caress your face
precise in their touch
rhythmically moving upward
to come together;
herald of a new day …
Your dark hours
caress me, hide me, protect me,
I adore your silence
save the gentle pulse of you.
I need with a black passion
to hold these moments forever,
to stop your onward journey into the light of day
for this morning must never come.
But my efforts can never bear any result
for, even if I could stop your relentless march,
you serve a greater master than me
and to stop that celestial dance
is beyond any possibility.
So I know what I must do
and smile at the simplicity of it …
It is I who must withdraw
from this unending journey
of dark into light...
One grain, one taste,
stretches every minute, every second;
you slow your caresses,
the celestial dance ceases,
the black night settles over me…
I have bid farewell to morning ...
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