Описание: I met you in the midst of separation. I know it sounds strange But I will (not) Bring forth any detailed explanation If you sell yourself, you’re obviously seeking (to be bought). My friends received a lot of invitations - To parties and vanity fairs. I stood there with a box of motivations As I saw my unknown cousin Walking down the stairs. I stared. He stared. Nobody paid attention. I smiled, he grieved, But yet we were alike. We both were seeking to excuse our good intentions; “Forget the day”, - he said, “Enter the night”. I stood there hesitating for a moment, And then, before I answered, I was asked To follow the dusky longing, Thus to fulfill my heart’s peculiar task. The room was filled with ordinary people. “Who painted the pictures on the wall?” I asked someone; he was a cripple. “I did”,- he said, “Does it surprise you?” I smiled and answered, “Not at all”. Then I saw someone carrying around A tray, with glasses filled with wine. I took one; and suddenly a sound I heard - as if somebody whined. But noone was aware; the music was too loud And conversations cheerfully went on. ‘Twas then I saw my cousin; with a frown He was mouthing the words of the song That a strange trio in the corner was playing - And let me tell you: they didn’t look like they belonged. I wondered to myself where they had come from; At that same moment, as if he had heard A stranger crossed the room Approached me and whispered, “Don’t say a word”. I startled, looked up and caught his eye, it made me quickly look away. He took my empty glass away from me And said: “To make it through the night, Look forward to the day”. I wondered; so magnetic was his presence, But he didn’t try to draw me close. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen, And as he caught my gaze again, my heart - it froze. He was so distant – yet in reach of a hand, He didn’t mean no evil – yet he scared me. He read my thoughts again, he whispered: “I am your friend – Why are you trying to snare me?” I drew back in awe, and then leaned forward I had the boldness for a closer look. And then he spoke his voice emotionally lowered, “Tell me of the place where your joy does nook”. “I have no joy”, I answered very softly, But this time I couldn’t look away. He - as if kissed me, but - no, he did - not - kiss me; and broke away. I was smashed up and then made whole, all in one moment. Wiped out by a powerful sway. Before he turned to walk out the door He slipped a key into my hand And said, “You know the taste of Truth. Don’t waste away into the Night. Look forward to the Day”.
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