Vespertilia

Is it to die my night?
Tonight I dreamt a plan streaked of freshness
Today, I lied in a water urn and like a relic I rested
Is it to die my night?
The endless time consumes me like a rustle
When night vanishes, a gloomy weep colour and we remain, just carried away
Now that’s night my life seems to be a corolla of darkness
Is it to die my night?
The marble kiss is on my lips, just carried away…
When I find a word in this silence of mine, it’s dug in my life as an abyss
This sadness of returns had stolen my sleep
Is it to die my night?
To enjoy just an instant of initial life, carried away…