If only it would come alive,
if only it could be alive,
And eyes that wander in the haze of the earth,
shadows on the wallpaper come alive,
inaudibly does the heart thumb from afar.
It bears traces of the past,
slumber is hosted by closed eyes
and the still engulfed
dreams of dancey visions of the mind.
A tranquil breath resounds in the peacefulness of duvets,
the Pole Star has risen from the cold of the night
in its warm shine
that watches over castaways.
In the place where beauty has spread its wings
gentle moon reigns the night;
in my presence that golden bloom appears to rise.
How severe is the fight
love leaves even in the sleep.
Where's it gone,
the innocence of childlike love,
with the sound of steps
joyful child voices resonate.
Farewell, my concubine?
If Only My Laugh Could Be Alive © Ladanseuse
Transl. "Kdyby tak uměl žít můj smích", written in 2000, edited in 2021
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