Nightwatcher

_Poezie scrisa in ora de engleza cu scopul de a scapa de razbunarea profesoarei_

Sometimes I wonder if you ever feel

All the things I whisper slowly in your ear

At night when you’re asleep, at night

When nothing’s

Real.

A song’s dry trace lingers on your brow

From last night’s slumber clinging to your face

Oh, sometimes I wonder if you ever see

How hard and painful it must be

To wipe away that trace .

When music binds your dreams

And you melt intro my arms

In sleep, in gentle floating,

In those moments it seems

That I’m the only guardian

Lonely and awake

Protecting your utopia

For you my hand to take.

It’s never easy I must say,

Let alone a leisure

But it’s my favorite way to spend the night

Which brings me pleasure.

Forever letting you be strong

And fill yourself with life

As the next day you come along

And take away my pride.

And love me.