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.