The lamp of lightning
illuminates here and there
It flickers
across the dark field
As I lay me down to sleep,
and rest my head upon this pillow
In the darkness
And the lamp of lightning
illuminates the dark, crystal window panes
of my room
These crystals
that are smeared with rain,
like mascara, running down
the window panes' sad eyes
The electricity illuminates faces
on these window panes
Now they are here,
now they are gone
The sky is blurting out
the electricity of light,
across the dark fields
of the quiet evening
and gentle rain
Drowsy dreams soon creep upon me,
as the day dissolves, and
I descend into the dark realm of sleep
Evening and the lamp of lightning are no more
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