the glimmering hope of daylight

the night stretches its darkness towards my impatient soul
star and moonlight are hidden behind the intentions of dreams

no, there will be no rain to rock my slumber in comfort

the blackness behind my closed eyelids flutters into red spots
which become colorful wishes defining my hope for tomorrow

the wind whirls in the chimney, knocks branches against the shutters

it is not my life I see in these moments of calm, though a pale reflection
seems to caress the image I hold of myself in languid kisses I cannot share

with a start, I awake, the outdoor turbulence is palpable in my bedchamber

Morpheus comes again for me, in his silent arms I may writhe, or weep
he cares only for sentimental outpourings, secrets he gathers quietly

I will not awake with the glimmering hope of daylight, sleep is my addiction

this slumber is a prelude for death, my soul entwines itself in eternal longing
its messages are a labyrinth of wandering, the path to mend a broken heart


the glimmering hope of daylight
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