As light excessively falls, on the shadows of the walls,
My eyes see your darkness, as my mind whithers, farther.
The heavy black, it shall attack, as snakes they slither.
Guide the tongue to lonely mice,
As destiny rolls the gambling dice.
And bets upon the table bare,
The loss and wins of the affair.
As portraits of the dead, calm as they may be,
Are standing at their stead,
With love of poetry.
Lyrics of my heart, song of hidden night,
Like a wooden ticking clock, rings the bell,
And the morning walk, burns dogs to hell.
I’ve seen the birds, twittering by,
Lost in words, as nature cries.
And flight perchance in dreams they flew,
As they guide their love tonight.
And morning dawn breaks with lies that will learn to fight upon the green and white of that early morning dew, reminds.