Night on top of the trees and
under the clouds and night
inside my soul whenever
I look around and it’s dark.
Trees already filled with
green glory of the new
leaves and no sound to be
heard.
Night in my heart and soul
night all around up and down
night in the black old space
of the universe.
The door is not easy
to open as if thousands
of years have passed and
rust had eaten the key.
But I still managed to
get in with night all
about me.
R
mi sa che ha colto il mood…