Lost Paradise

Sponsor:Ryland Matthews Contest Name:My Darkest Hour My name:Valeria Iliadou Rain is falling on my eyes Rain is falling on my senses In the middle of the night In the middle of my darkest hour Stand the detrited words I never said The unpassable bridges of time That is now passed, that is now vanished. And I am waiting for the redemption This small touch that is always late Traveling on heaven's highway. The wind is resting outside my window The wind is resting outside my soul. I have learned now to stop in front of a red light To close emotions behind bars of steel. And as time forgets and lets me go I am here, in front of this fiery gate With doors closed. Dreams walked over me Dreams seem to freeze in front of Those unsaid words Those lost smiles Those deprived kisses. And I know now it is so hard To leave behind a blaze that could Set on fire your dry earth An ocean that could Travel you to places only waiting for your step. I believed in the oblivion In the paradox of the unexpected But at the corner life was waiting To confute me. The image of the lost dream Brings me the pain I still try to endure - A pain with components salt and sugar Brings me a bittersweet flavor on the lips The lips I will never taste again. Into these rainproof silences I am hiding from the merciless rain Counting my empty hours. Somebody has written the same words Somebody has felt the same. The Need of exodus. Divided roads, separate channels Through a course Without a winner Without a prize Without an end. The color of the rain Will elevate us Will make us reach the edge of a cliff That we would fall together That I fell alone. I am looking at the night's emulsion Expanding to the edge of the dark While I can not set apart raindrops From tears. This rain is washing out Desires and secrets The loud silences of my soul. In my darkest hour I pray As time is laying beside me Spreading my reflection to the world Comparing a hell to a paradise Lost.