Alf Laila W'Laila
Posted: December 5th, 2005, 12:55 pm
A light, a thousand nights have passed and yet
No moon, no star, no house is near
Only our groping steps we hear
Among the rushing of the rain
How long has it been since we saw
The sunset behind a bank of clouds
Since we sank into twilight and then into night
Since we danced and fell
Right on the ground
And music faded away
How long since our skin was glowing and warm
And the world was full of song
Then something went wrong and it became dark
And groping hands were losing touch
And the rain kept falling and falling
Longing for light for a thousand nights
In insomnia I cry
Cannot live and cannot die
Cannot wake and cannot sleep
And the rain keeps falling and falling
Dark water is dripping from my hair
A bedtime prayer murmured somewhere
Are you here my love?
Are you listening?
The morrow of the moult will be
When drops of dew hang in the grass
When frightening shadows quickly pass
When the eastern sky gets pale
Can you see the morning star
Coldly shining in apogee?
The last cold nights of rain
We endure; can you feel
The night breeze on your skin?
It is whispering of the end of night
Whispering of dawn, of light
Are you listening?
Are you here?
(written 2000)
No moon, no star, no house is near
Only our groping steps we hear
Among the rushing of the rain
How long has it been since we saw
The sunset behind a bank of clouds
Since we sank into twilight and then into night
Since we danced and fell
Right on the ground
And music faded away
How long since our skin was glowing and warm
And the world was full of song
Then something went wrong and it became dark
And groping hands were losing touch
And the rain kept falling and falling
Longing for light for a thousand nights
In insomnia I cry
Cannot live and cannot die
Cannot wake and cannot sleep
And the rain keeps falling and falling
Dark water is dripping from my hair
A bedtime prayer murmured somewhere
Are you here my love?
Are you listening?
The morrow of the moult will be
When drops of dew hang in the grass
When frightening shadows quickly pass
When the eastern sky gets pale
Can you see the morning star
Coldly shining in apogee?
The last cold nights of rain
We endure; can you feel
The night breeze on your skin?
It is whispering of the end of night
Whispering of dawn, of light
Are you listening?
Are you here?
(written 2000)
