My sister, the Moon,
keeping me company,
fills the loneliness of the night...
Looking at me gently through the window
with her sad and melancholy eyes.If my heart listens well,
into the silence of the night,
it will hear
lullabies that She sings for me.
The wind sings along with her,
twirling gently into the spring.
The sun is still asleep...
So is the rooster...
But as for me, my eyes are still open.
But as for me, I can see nothing...
Insomnia of the heart
longing for tenderness...
Endless hours filled with torments,
with no escape possible,
in the world of Dreams...
Chained by a thousand images,
will I ever find some rest
in the arms of Morphea?
Insomnia of the mind...
Thoughts and images
overlap, mingle, collide.
Some echo in my remembrances tells me:
"To find the Light
we must go through the Darkness ..."
Insomnia of the soul
twirling again and again
longing for the Lignt...
All my being, soul, mind and body,
longs for the dawn of the Day!
So that life reborns again!
So that my restless body
finds its peace and rest.
And Pervenche, the lady cat,
does her morning parade,
trying and catching the sun's rays...
The sun that finally reaches up to me...
I feel its heat gently covering my body...
And at last, my eyes are closing...