The spring of the night – Blaga

 
You beautiful,
your eyes are so dark that night
when I lay my head on you knees
it seems, that your eyes, deep eyes, are the spring
from which silently falls the night over the valleys
and over the mountains and over the plains,
covering the earth
with a sea of darkness.
That’s how dark your eyes are,
my light.

January 28, 2009 by ValiVE Categories: blaga Leave a comment