When Lucy Dreams
Another evening of summer is quickly leaving,
there's little time before shadows start gathering;
during sunlight, all things seem less intriguing,
during moonlight, all magic is more alluring.
When Lucy dreams and hears a violin playing,
everybody is in their bed soundly sleeping;
the one who shivers longs for warm embracing,
not letting loneliness increase her gloomy feeling.
That beautiful song played on the violin softening
the sad mood of a lonely and unsatisfied lover longing
for arms to hold her and make her forget; the dreaming
could do such wonders for her, but it does nothing.
When Lucy dreams and begins whispering,
the entire Universe suddenly starts shining;
nighttime is mysterious and more thrilling,
should she wake up from her vain dreaming?
The starless evening is silent and turning
darker as Lucy lights a candle brightening
up her bedroom that allowed those shadows looming,
it never saw a single beam of moonlight entering.
When Lucy dreams and hears wings flapping,
it must time to wake up and start living;
she's excited to watch the purple clouds breaking,
but sad to see the gleaming moon vanishing.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2020
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