Byron The Night
the night is riding its mares
filling the air with reminiscences of life;
its breath is leading you nowhere
where the inner you is waiting to strife...
open your eyes, but please,
don't interrupt this ride...
the clouds are meltin horizons
the world is thirsty but this night is a stream;
i'm up, but i'm not sure i'm awake
this pastel looks rather like a dream...
close your eyes it's time to disappear,
undress these useless clothes and shine!
the sky is getting closer this time
feel the rain shivering down my spine...
the night is swinging its cradles
singing a perfect tune but not a lullaby.
the moon is hiding behind clouds
waiting for the right time to climb down from the sky
and I hear you whispering in my ear
that you don’t want the dawn to crumble this dream
and I see your eyes are full of tears
you’re not here right now or that’s how it seems
