Spare me the absurdities, please,
just take my hand and dance...
My love..
Beneath this brilliant moonlight,
where lovers entwined turn blind eyes.
Circles spin around,
floating, held up as if on puppets strings.
Feeling has faded into abyss,
the lies are dancing too.
Spin faster, faster,
immortal stars glittering,
the rhythm hums a lullaby.
Taking us away
another world
Your life making it beautiful.
Don't let go, don't let go.
Blind, deaf, mute, lifeless; still you stare.
The wind is singing
I'm left breathless
The intensity of your gaze,
clearing my head,
saying;
'You're falling in love with memories, dear,
memories long dead.'
A very apt closing to that one...everyone wants to fall in love with self-skewed memories...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how you refused to put up with all other opitions in the beggining line; throwing all doubts away, and coming in touch with the thing that is romantic dance. One of my favorites. :)