Early morning
Cup of coffee
Peeling back the rind
I see faces
Swirling traces
Stirring in my mind
And I don't know why
I have to make amends
For the lesser part
Of what I can't defend
Blame it on the night
Blame it on the reason
It's calling
Blame it on the night
Walking the tightrope
Up above the splendid show
I'm on the verge of my
Barely letting go
Heartbeat faster
Senses reeling
Everything in spin
I've lost touch now
With all feeling
So I breathe it in
Angels waiting
At the railing
Deliver you unharmed
On these stepping stones
To heaven
Where you land disarmed
And I don't know why
I have to make amends
For the lesser part
Of what I can't defend
Blame it on the night
Blame it on the reason
It's calling
Blame it on the night
How willingly wanton
My suspended disbelief
From silver skyscrapers
With no net strung underneath
Blame it on the night
Blame it on the reason
It's calling
Blame it on the night
Walking the tightrope
Up above the splendid show
I'm on the verge of my
Barely letting go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write, i can almost feel the feelings you have inside, the second thoughts about letting go. Keep writing.