The silvery night sinks down in heavenly cracks

The silvery night sinks down in heavenly cracks.
Fires of lanterns convict a predatory
sight of the urban wolf.
The dissolute fog irons
a cold body
the fan of mad silence.
The wild, unrestrained perfection of the moon
will penetrate in heart of the pith angels.
Wake up, it is time to collect legends of ripe constellations,
crop of the grape god of love.

In dancings shadows the current of narcotic visions revives.
By concourse of sharp winds finds breath ancient fear.
Dress masks, are turned by an ice whirlwind of winter splinters,
block into soul of demons of night.
The ringlets of gentle rains spread a road
to a world cradle of dreams.
The time of dawn of black water has come.