I'm flying in the open skies -
My soul cuts through its feral world;
Fear shines in my insipid eyes,
This flight is infinite and cold.
I’m carried by the fuming winds,
Embraced in a mindless feverish haze,
My eyes are blind, but I’ve got wings
To map my way in a starless space.
Perhaps, throughout these lucid dreams,
The dimness of illusion,
I’d find those evanescence beams
To battle my confusion.
Amongst the troubles of the day
The agony of fear
Lies down the hidden passageway
Of love that’s far, but near.
(self-translation from Russian)
Wings
© Copyright: Роза Грёз, 2014
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