Time and again Time plunges into Night's arms;
I see him every time I close my eyes.
Heavens shed tears of rainy cold;
in the purity of void, in the abyss of dark
memories are born.
Pain
creeps in, parts of my life thievin';
without him, solitariness
is part hope, part hopelessness.
Sleepy Morn
puts to flight remants of Night
that is both my foe
and a blessing in disguise.
He lingers here with me while nobody knows;
I open my eyes just to find out he is not here at all.
An Apparitional Guest © Ladanseuse
Transl. „Přízračný host“, written in 1998, edited in 2021
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