An old tree by the creek creaks in the shadows
Like an invisible creep creeping through the oaken doors.
The darkness are elder than my unaware childhood,
Misplaced in fears, 'cause darkness was over the surface of the deep.
Like an invisible creep creeping through the oaken doors.
The darkness are elder than my unaware childhood,
Misplaced in fears, 'cause darkness was over the surface of the deep.
The rays sparkle on the surface of the unnamed creeks,
My built on desert sands of Sinai creed creaks
Like stairway to heaven at abandoned house.
I can't locate sounds sources as good as this night
When the aunt, still nymph, whispered my name, this time and only once
Only to me. It was twentieth century, and teenager boys
Didn't tell openly masturbation and women had still pubic hair
And they tasted slightly sour, the same as they taste now.
At dawn I crushed the copulating mosquitoes my heavy shoe.
Maia, her long brown hair is spreading through whole body,
Like veins, and shining like healthy animal's hair.
A question witch even she don't know
Is in her brown mysterious eyes. I'm putting my head on Her lap
And I'm praying: "Hail Maia, blessed Nature, my Lady,
Hear the blessed fruit of Your womb,
Reconcile me to Yourself,
Recommend me to Yourself,
Represend me to Yourself."
