Every Silent Touch - Atropos

Every silent touch which the night is magic

Dancing flame of the candle of anxiety

Let me sink in this sea when it’s closer to the stars

Cornerstone of existence

Every breath is the litany of loneliness

Lapped in the coat of the night

When the flowers will cover the gardens and the birds will come back

Everything will succumb to the stress

Of the impressions and loose it’s proper look

Is this the creek of bones or of the rigging of my ship

I feel so old, so dispossessed of all my feelings and dreams

On the rough sea of your body I gratify my desires hiding

Behind the columns of both faiths

Let me sink in this sea when I dream all of these moments so much

Mother night is strict but she’s never thrown away

My prayers for the place in her robe