The Essence of our Nights

 

 

 

The alluring magical tones of the moonlit nights,

 

 

 

give your eyes their mysterious vibe of a distant calling.

 

 

 

The distant calling that captivates the wings of the flying souls,

 

 

 

 navigate in the expanse of your eyes' calling.

 

 

 

The merry melodies, dance in your eyes, move the breezes of the night,

 

 

 

and caress the tops of the autumn trees with the merry laughter of their calling.

 

 

 

In the silence of the night, your essence is still there,

 

 

 

and in its quietness, your breath is still dancing and flowing.

 

 

 

On the streets of the night, I'm still walking holding your hands,

 

 

 

unable to tell if I'm walking on real streets,

 

 

 

or in your spacious heart, I'm still moving.

 

 

 

Questioning myself, am I really holding your hands?

 

 

 

Or is it just my long-awaited dream's persistent imperishable calling?

 

 

 

Questioning myself, who stole the blackness of the gloomy nights,

 

 

 

stealthily replaced it with the radiance of your eyes, my real shining morning.

 

 

 

Walking together, casting the seeds of our dreamy palaces amid the ruins of the devastating nights.

 

 

 

Listening attentively to the mournful songs of the nights,

 

 

 

boasting their melancholy melodies, through the lanes, amid the old buildings.

 

 

 

Cannot hear anything except for their jolly praise of our united hearts.

 

 

 

Our united hearts that were allured by the magical tones of the moonlit nights,

 

 

 

which always give your eyes their mysterious vibe of a distant calling for our ultimate unity.