The nightly rain

 

The silent nightly rain tap, tap, tap
on my window pane gently slaps,
whispers me : "Hey, you nightly owl,
sleeping time is , listen to a still growl...
 
Far and near rules a quit darkness,
only your thoughts are straying aimless...
so I'm brushing my teeth, break of all lights
and widely I open the window´s wings .
 
The susurration of a still mid-night rain
soothes my restless soul, calms down a mind
and then slow-slow- slowly unexpected,
beneath my eyelids a dream has slithered...
 
The sweet dream enters the door of my mind,
I feel like I had the king of Angel´s wings.
Already I lose all the earth' heaviness,
I fly to the world of miracles and dreams,
into the world of an fabulous wonders.
 
Galloping on the back of horse of fairy tales,
at once I don't feel the burden of years
the stiffness of my body and its pains.
I become again so movable, so lissome,
weightless as feather, as thin sprig flexible,
sinking down deep- deeper into myself,
I discover my own real me...

(c) shipka