Thursday, 5 March 2009

This light is much too bright,
It hurts my clouded eyes,
I can just support the dark,
I only come out at night.
He comes to me like an angel,
Breathing sunshine all over,
Taking my restless sky away,
My quiet and lonely dawn
Forever asleep in the fog.
Wandering through secret places,
Visiting your silenced fears,
Knowing all of them by heart.
I rather know and face alone
My end that is coming so slowly,
Still I end up flying on my own,
Searching a place where I'm unknown.

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