I look out the window, it is raining continuously -
In the Night's shadow frame
Heart itself is a frame
To Silence.
Nobody can tell me the composition of Nights,
This is, perhaps, an unfortunate combination between
What I love and what I desperately fear - Oblivion.
In cycles, Heart is laughing and crying -
Loving the same man,
In cycles, my heart dies and returns to life within
One and the same Second.
I know very well that you come with every morning
Sheltering Spells of Light.
I should therefore avoid Nights, the sound of this absurd
Fear of Loss.
It is good to sleep. To shorten the way to you
By dreaming with morning wings.