Dreaming World

Well, I hear the singing of the wind,
the moon spreads her wings over this pale world,
memories are frozen in the fog of the sunset
in which your burning kiss is lost,
where fragments of the sun are dancing on the waves of time.
Well, I hear the aim of your caress,
the sun closes her eyes over this pale world,
pictures are dancing in the dust of the moon fog
to which I send my sighs,
where thousands of stars are flying on my arms away...
Every nearness is so far away and loses itself
in shapeless silence- a prayer without wings.
And we drink the holy wine and stain winter's serenades
that sound into the still of a dreaming world.
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