My heart's tears in rainfall
bespatter a gelid stone;
my life, the inner I, dreams of mine
are in existence, having weight –
why waste 'em
on the one
of a cloudy visage,
in whose core rages a storm,
flashing dagger-like lightnings;
whose heart, turned to a rock out of spite, slumbers,
even unalive in its non-love toward me,
and won't caress, devoid of gentleness?!
Tick tack...
hours pass,
the time of my life is wild in flight
even if I...
stuck in place, spinning circularly, going backward,
a starry-eyed soul on a pilgrimage enshrouded in the dark,
unaware:
What's the direction of my steps?
Where's an embrace in hopelessness?
Which soil to plant my love in for its growth into flowers?
To lift the veil of darkness
– I wish –
to rest enveloped in a shine, intertwined with rays of light, dwelling in a womb of glow;
to feel a touch of kindliness, the peace of serenity, a gleam of happiness...
to live
my dreams
in love
with reality.
Note: Womb (lůno) as "uterus", or "a motherly life", fig. "heart"; Luna, the pale blue shining Moon, here in the sense of "shine", "light", "ray"
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