Offer to me your shadows
Your remnants of a refrain
Or the echo of a voice
That sounds the same.
Let the break of day arrive
In the pale vibration of sun light
Or the brittle glimmer
Of a cold moon at midnight.
Set free your youthful angels
To watch over us like stone,
Like statues with hollow eyes
With ancient names unknown.
Offer to me your embers
Of your final flame
That danced bright in your eyes
When you couldn’t look away.
Do not abandon your demons,
They search the streets
For that sudden feeling
That grows when strangers meet.
Sounds of joy in gentle rivers,
Subdued winds in the sky.
Find your travellers lost
Where ever angels lie.
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