Under Black Clouds The Night Of Our Flight
Great fires, happy faces a boiling cauldron before the eyes the blood within the veins run hot a thousand laughts fill the dusk unaware of the cloak rising defeated by the mighty flames while everything lives for the moment and among all merriment is me. I dance within the trance of extasy till I step out of the burning circles and - for a second dance - the jig of midnights slowly rhythm the rains of fire surge towards me to surround me and bring me back but still I feel the chillful breath between the columns of the heat. And I see the darkness blue and black the eye of the night opened so wide i leave the glade to meet the silent trees. And somewhere on my way i find you still warm, your face towards the sky while silver blackness caresses our cheeks shapes our upright bodies there at the brink within the forest form where we see eachothers way uphigh until we knw that this is our night somewhere on my way i found you it is the night of our flight.
