There I was, not knowing

whether it was light or darkness around.

I lived inside your eyes but didn’t know

if I was inside lakes or pools of anger.

What I saw there, I left with you.

Night after night, I crossed the boulevard,

flying through your window.

I flew above you and full of darkness,

I went to sleep in the palm of your hands.

Like a water drop on a feather,

sleeping through the only dream of God.

Svetlina