What bird whistles
In the still of night?
Are you hiding in the thistles?
Are you dreaming of light?
What bird whistles
When life seems to hide?
Your language and its riddles
Are as far away as pride.
Such notes melt over me,
As a blanket of stars,
And just as warmly
Rise in morning hours.
Oh what a moon
To behold;
Shining,
Shimmering,
Gold.
Starlight piercing
Teardrops bold,
A town is silent
And age is old.
Night lets down
Her vertigo hue.
Our pool is golden
We are
Too…
where will my fingers go,
when the melody of the night,
is so cold.
tell me the stories
trembling
in your heart.
let me hear
in your breath
forgotten songs of the night.
your eyes,
that struck me down,
how do those eyes,
see this town?
dont let me hide
in the shadow of a moment.
pin me down,
and hold me,
just hold me.
We slept in a white boat,
Beneath a moon
That spanned the sky.
Two children,
Whispering dreams,
Floating, by and by
My eyes oft searched through the dark,
As though my dreams were empty,
But had I many nights serene
When with me in midnight’s walk,
Only that on which I lean
Was my standing thought.
Had I many nights to see,
Surely one would that night be.
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