Late in life
Late one night
I saw an Arabian moon
I met lady Ice's tales
She fed me
She taught me
All the flavours of a verse
All the shows a lover plays
Walking on a wire
My portraits are melting down
Crowds in white
She awakes
Lullabies I've never heard
Lullabies from inner lands
Walking on a wire
Holding tight this conterweight
My portraits are melting down
And when she sails away
To the Island of the Games
Thousands eyes will turn to East and prey
And the flesh
Quit its search
Learning what the wire presages
Making love with words and waits
Late at night
The acrobat
Sleep aside his sweetest dream