The day of sorrow closes  eyes at dawn
never to become more
never to feel more
than
the darkest paradise

the beauty of them wings
has no shadow at night

longing to be fed by hands
kissed by
the elder
choosen to
the darkest paradise

the beauty of them wings
has no shadow at night

the cold surrender the room
makes the body relax
consolidated to the eyes
capable of living
the darkest paradise