Beyond my reach
Another time, another place…
Beyond the life, in different space,
Where the Sun goes down on the faraway East,
And the Moon rises high above Western feast,
I saw you in a mask made of silver and silk:
Hair is auburn like leaves, skin in driblets of milk,
Soulless eyes, gleaming green – like a moth to the flame
I'm the one who flies straight to burn gladly in vain.
Yes, your visage was spinning the ballroom that night.
I've surrendered to you – with no doubt, with no fight…
In return, at my silly devotions of love,
You just smiled and fled by – swift and light, like a dove.
Morning light woke me up. I suppressed hopeless scream,
Cause' you've fled once again and escaped in a dream.
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