Midnight Sun

Raving in desires... Stricken with no motion,

quelled by the silence

and the sound's distortion.

Where i held doubt i hang my feet.

The sleepwalker who lives in dreams

"I fear the nothing, and its meaningless pain,

that hurts me deeper than a dagger stabbed in my chest...

Open it widely, Give it a try...

'till the streaming blood, stops its dance;

see my inside,

try listening the muted heart. Theres no beating.

Theres no life. It's been bewitched by time...

Time that rather kept me frozen, than letting me die,

on my endless waiting for my beloved man"

A beggar of light became my spirit...

A wrath beholding to the beguiling starts...

Befuddled by the moon, that keeps its shine...

even in the darkest nights, clothing the good...and the bad.

"Where is my sun...?

Where is my warmth...?

Where is my sun tonight?"

Theres no such a thing, I realize, And finally sigh

The heavy shadows were put aside.

The endless asphyxia died

And an amorphous voice caught my ears, Healing my wounds,

Cuddling me, Wrapping and heating my icy skin.

His velvet voice, like a lullaby soothing my racing heart.

Whispering my name, and an unforgettable Good Bye.

Abruptly i suddenly opened my eyes, still absorbed by the angelical sound

"where it came from??

was it the voice of my light?"

-The sky met my sight-

"Is that a smile in the diminish moon???"

And THAT, was the first time...

When i realized I had a midnight sun.

dedicated to my beloved muse: Chris Symons