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| LURE sky curves dance over the empty shadowed moon. dark snow lies still with him and he dreams of how his time will come... what soft winter breath causes this blessedly warm wave within his blood? "at last," he whispers, "I know the difference between gentle and weak." ELECTRIC Come over here, switch off the noise in your mind. Listen to the electricity of fire. It should be basic, primal. We're used to it. When nothing is shocking, make it burn brighter. Come over here, switch off the noise in your mind. Flare in the static of nothing, flood through it. Soon it appears that we've always been alive. Listen to the electricity of fire The spray of sparks slips through my hand, I do it for you, for everything I once knew, and say Come over here, switch off the noise in your mind Give me what you cherish, since we both knew it would break bleed and burn. But just once, for tonight Listen to the electricity of fire Come over here, switch off the noise in your mind. LA NOTTE If air were seen, all heaven would be recognised. We are free to fly at night, Where there is no sun to melt the wings of Icarus Or blind our sensitive eyes and fill our souls with a brilliant glare No tangle webbed detail to construe elegance Hideous radiance more heinous with deviant delight Seen too much darkness hidden by the light Some prefer to requite shadow to evil while Bright luminescence to innocence of mind But I can gaze into shadows long without going blind, And what happens to exist there becomes clear to me (be it good or evil) Our moonlit flesh no longer touched by the gaudy hand of day Like vigil owls we hunt and will�o the wisps we play Cloaked in her sweet mysterious guise I have felt the breath of moonlight whispers of afternoon lies Volumes of silence speak louder than words and all created things in the great miracle of nature, decay and reproduction ever beginning, never ending Stand outside its axis w�me and witness its bending In her starry shade of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn the essence of who I really am Carpe Diem they say, but who seizes whom? lurking in shadows is the life you sought to know. And all those inner voices beckoning you to go Wont you honour my mistress dear She who undresses your wounds and sooths your fear Bejewelled with silver perfection of the complete moon. Other times, a silver scythe hangs there in perfect tune, Wondrous in its ornament the stars and we can see That which they could not in the full glare of day, Nothing to hear but the silent murmur �Lugamente vive la notte� white radiance would blend the heavenly weapon of ill fate and conceal it until too late. . . |
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