Kiss her pale fingers
Awoke once again the quiet embers.
I long to hold her,
Yet I know better.
We're waltzing in a shadowy hall
The shattered moonlight attempt to make us fall
Down and apart. Can't see her face.
Can't see the tiles. I can feel her embrace
And hear her voice. That's enough.
Then she left me and the stars alone. How rough.
Then she's here and she brought the music back
And she always come here dressed in black...
Can't believe I got Lady Night and Lady Liberty mixed up.
She laughs. Is there a difference? The dome cracked up.
Cold rain and mid-night roses,
She never misses
A thing. Northern lights and tropical weather,
Her heels click in the silvery round glass, I try to further
Talk. She puts a finger in my lips
The keys in her wrist chime, the sky rips.
It's snowing but the flame in her eyes
Keep me warm. She tries
To make me say
Her name and she laughs when I can't. It's almost day.
She says my problem is that I try to figure her out
When she's not suppose to be figured out.
There's a fork in the road
The place she has been has long grown old.
The tide changes, water ripples
She's gone in her scintillate light and riddles.
She's here and then she's not
Blowing me a kiss and a forget-me-not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem