in the night

...the dew clings to your arms, to your hair, like forgotten alleys dreaming of lovers' embraces giving birth to the light, - the dew remained trapped on my hips, ...in the night the stars are falling in our eyes, there is no room for tears, there is no place for oblivion, not even death exists, only the dew that is falling, and the drunk grass that sways, just the dew that is falling, and the drunken grass that sways ~ ~ sways ~ sways ~ like swans ~ on the ~ water ~ sways ~ without hurrying, the steps are caressing the grass that is lying on the ground