Pale Lady of the night


JB, November, 25th 2020

 

Tonight Mars is so close to the Lady
and he whispers to her his red words
maybe they are about love and war
maybe they are full of sandy thoughts

She wears shining white dresses, made by
white rocks that cannot know any wind
nor the sound of a voice, nor fresh rain.
All is lost in the middle of nowhere

From ages she is my pale Lady of nights,
cold and pure as a virgin alone.
She chose to live without any words
when Sun drove her away from day pomp

Her soul spreads throughout ocean of silence
without take care of women, of men.
She is merely idea, frozen word
useless concept: a stone in the sky

Tonight Mars is so close to my Lady
and he whispers to her red lost words
maybe they are about old-time passions
maybe they are just my sandy thoughts

 

November, 29th 2020

3 comments on “Pale Lady of the night

  1. mocaiana says:

    Bellissima, grazie della condivisione

    Like

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