The day is bleeding away, while the moon already spreads her ghostly shades upon my sinking heart. The city lied, lying asleep in the fainted lights, the snow whirling from the heights of a deep velvet immensity. I picked up the stars and then threw them again, cut the moon to soothe the pain, ten thousand times, gazing far, -why must your face haunt the Night?- or is it just the dismay of a liar? The wind wuthered the laughters of distant lonely (ever-fading) sleepwalkers The wind entangled me in the web of your perfume, come from nowhere, and in a shiver, I felt your burning hands over my frail skin your scented embrace your enchanting voice casting a spell, your name thrilling my heart so well, your breath holding mine, I'm shipwrecked in waves of desire. If only I could be your morning dew poured upon you, my thirsty lily.