A single witness is the moon
That slid upon my lonely window.
It'll disappear and by noon
Will never show its weary shadow.
Fed up with living life for two
Confused, bewildered and possessed
Tiptoed silently into
The night sat down on my lap.
She touches me, caresses me,
Makes sure I am warm and glad.
It seems like having two for tea.
I feel secure in her bed.
The candle burning in my heart
Is blown away- I don't mind.
She gladly uses all her art.
Rejoice, my friend, I'm giving up!
No strength to fight or even smile,
To talk, to laugh, to move, to love.
I am leaving everything to night
And all my memories behind.
Night
© Copyright: Энрайт, 2011
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