Night Whisperer

Late at night
las lights going out
a beckoning voice,
piercing my skin,
tells me to go
to where I've never been
It says I'm afraid
of trying new things
'cause I told her I was far,
far away from her dream...
so she refused to believe
that I couldn't trespass.
She still tempts me to go
she keeps calling my heart
and sin sounds so delightful
on those late night's lips
that it keeps on resounding
-and it forever will-
in this dark mind of mine
in my unending dream.

Belkis
16 de Julio del 2006