Cold dreams above,
steep wishes below
a crave within
and cries flee out.....
Rising hope had fallen in the ground
to fade in silence.....[nobody's around]
Once more, i touch the old grey walls
[the mute witnesses of my weeping]
My soul is gone
in the horizon
Hyperion stole it with its rays.....
A crimson star in the sunset,
the Evening Star revives from pages
i have forgotten in my head
and painfully, towards me he reaches.....
am scared of craving for this lover
extreme, immortal and so distant.....
he trembles in the dirty mirror
and i can't help but dream and whisper
"Oh, dark angel of the sky
So close, but still, so far away.....
Carry my footsteps towards your world
and my fears will die [once you'll take my hand]
and fly....."
My hands are shook by a mild breeze.....
My love does not exist
not here
not now
but he who helps me walk on,
holding my weakened self,
cherishing each breath of love i spilled for him.....
becomes my crimson star
~a smile flashes through my mind
and my eyes open-----the crimson star died in a black cloud~
