05 June, 2021

An Apparitional Guest

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.

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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