Apparel Of The Night
Apparel Of The Night
It is getting dark
Silky, syrupy, orange dark
On the black skirt full of night stars
Slipping, coming down
Nightmares,
The moon in a cluster of stars
The bridesmaids are waiting for the hour
Silent steps of time Echoing
And in the lap of
This gloomy evening
The victim of long wait
Of a false fraud promise
Like every day, afraid of
The coming of night's needle
In the endless search,
Suffers from an incurable disease
Like the fading evening of life
Her beauty and youth are also changing
Unsuccessful, constant exams
The oppression of fidelity,
The cruelty of love, unhappy,
Unhappy with oneself,
Wishing for death
Looking at the moon!