domenica 5 marzo 2017

Godnatt






Oh my sweet, sweet lullaby 
to be cradled again and again
in your deep waters

whose embrace is so dear to my heart
the arms of a mother, the lips of a lover
another day die, it's finally over

And as I lay my flesh to rest
my mind uneasy put to test
to measure the trials of empty hours

I hear from afar the ancient call
like a cryptic engraving on the stone
my ghost screeching in response


The Night has come as a sweet mistress
and  I a beggar no more a lover
my only plea is forgiveness

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