Trilogy of Silence (C)

Dance of the Night

Stories wandering into silence

heart foot stamping hard on the floor

eyes trying to get through thier own self

the moon grabs me into her bed.

By dancing go away all nightmares

the lines connected with a soul

where the wolves bite hard the roses

generations forget the wind, crossing days out

Let memories dance with a Lahuta

Let the moon plunge into its own kisses.

Night's dance is being sung by mountains

the stars shake out their charm over the darkness.

Dance of Generations

Like a song, the cry of Alps rooted

into the flesh of an emotive body.

Swords tremble at fortunes' blades

getting through my soul in the dark.

i gaze over wrinkles

holding tight my past in a belt

the skies wrapping up mixed ices

with the shade, the heart, the forgotten hope...

gendarme of time being burnt in Generations' Dance...

Dancers going around on pools of blood...

Generations' Dance crushes souls

Generation...night...generation...sword....

Dance of Silence

I fall in disipiriting love with darkness

cut off the sound of the sea over green waves

i pull back force and shoulders

i stammer alienated, in need of soft embraces.

i felt the world passing through my fingers

i paid homage to the figures and then i left

without my bag, i searched for myself...

a call in distance, an ancient deafening.

the tear wets the Dance of Silence's clothes

i kept being brave , in the middle of the road.

wherever they are efforts of shades faded way.

I dared , I cried...

Silence is my end...