Your image came to me
at six to six
and I could not sleep
Not a moment later:
you were confusing me with my sheets,
you tangled me in the temple.
you looked so real that I was almost happy,
but at six ten
I understood without you:
They were my lonely sheets
and a usual gray morning ...
And you were my wind, but not in favor;
you were my boat in the scree;
you were my door without a handle;
You were my kiss looking for a home.
And you were a childbirth of antiquity,
mania of a desperate devil;
you were foam of loneliness,
meat with heartbreak sores.
And that's how you were the other half
of dawn
that never shone.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)