sábado, abril 23, 2005

In the cover of darkness

The winds are crying this evening.
The moonlight smiles to empty souls.
She stands by her grave waiting.
Her face seems ageless,
For having seen more things
Than she would have ever wanted.
Her velvet dress dances in the night air.
She reigns in the cover of darkness.
Dropping tears in the damp grass
Is the only sound audible.
In the silence of the distance,
A crowd of bats fly from their havens
Into the sky.
If she could only vanish,
In an instant,
In a sudden movement,
As they did...