When I make my quiet wishes
On a little star, at night,
I keep closed my eyes, so tight,
Sitting on my knees, like praying,
Having sky and earth in sight.


Drowsy birds and winds get near
As though lured by a song,
It’s a holly place up here
Within holly atmosphere
Where peace and love belong.


Sneaking out from nowhere
Evil spirits melt like ice
Into hazy, black disguise…
It’s an evil place down there
While here’s clean and nice.


High above, my star is blinking
Wrapping me in silver flames;
In a glamoured dream I’m sinking
And a soothing cry I’m weeping
Over heartless lovers’ games.


"Do not waste your time with praying"
-evil thoughts get back at me,
"What’s the use of hopeless waiting
What’s the point in on - lamenting
Over destined misery?"

…
Silver beads of moonshed tears,
Dripping smoothly over me
Chase away lunatic fears
And retire, stealthily…
… Late, a shooting star appears
Like a dying
Deity.