The Night Of Our Flight

Great fires, happy faces

a boiling cauldron before the eyes

the blood within the veins run hot

a thousand laughts fill the dusk

unaware of the cloak rising

defeated by the mighty flames

while everything lives for the moment

and among all merriment is me.

I dance within the trance of extasy

till I step out of the burning circles

and - for a second dance - the jig

of midnights slowly rhythm

the rains of fire surge towards me

to surround me and bring me back

but still I feel the chillful breath

between the columns of the heat.

And I see the darkness blue and black

the eye of the night opened so wide

i leave the glade

to meet the silent trees.

And somewhere on my way i find you

still warm, your face towards the sky

while silver blackness caresses our cheeks

shapes our upright bodies

there at the brink within the forest

form where we see eachothers way uphigh

until we knw that this is our night

somewhere on my way i found you

it is the night of our flight.