Hope

A night that comes along perfumed with dead roses,
An angel´s tear that I lick and behold the end in dark wings,
Oh beautiful weeping lady o´ mine,
Thou tears shall be cast in the name of others of old?
A night that comes along perfumed with sins of all,
When hope is utterly lost,
And shrills of cry pervade it all,
What on earth has befallen?
I kiss thy tears and sip thy blood,
All that is left to behold unfolds,
Permitting fire make anew their souls,
For a new day,
For a new dawn,
In peace let them rest in times to become.

JR
Moscow
16/9/10
1:38 am