On Satur(n)days We Used To Sleep

On Satur(n)days we used to sleep all motionless and

still ...-While shrouded in an oppressive gloom we're

handed over to the dream. A sleep so dark, this "Moon

by Day", of powers strange and weird, through mystic

veils her silver rays are glowing carefully. Wov en of

dewdrops and magical light, this gown that we' re

wearing here is but a cloth of mist and we used to call

it "Breath of the Other Sphere"...

We are floating, flying, incredibly fast, the world of

the thought gives birth to this life. Free to remember,

to discover and feel as were closely together in our

parallel flight. While beyond the gates our bodies lie

next to each other in fragile rest, two chests are

lifted up and down, moved only by some mortal breath.

Yes, our bodies are sleeping so closely together, but

it's only in our minds that we touch (at last). In the

realm of the spirit(s) our souls become one in the

happy knowledge that we are completing halfs.

No bodies and no harriers ...- (all) far more intimate

and strange. Our understanding is clearer, incomparably

real, although there is no sound that dares to escape

... His eyes are mirrors, gates to his soul, one true

look and I recognize that it's him, my husband, the one

that I love. See me! Read me! Step inside !!! No

barriers and no masquerade, come, be received beyond

distress! So intensively and so deep as our fingers

unite, our hands caress.

Two wanderers are lovingly dwelling this land, (as) we

fly side by side over mountains and glens. In the

twilight lit of the sillier moon . ..- - set free from

the flesh, released from this tomb!

On Satur(n)days we used to sleep, the other side

exploring, alive in our dreams ... Free from the pain,

home where we belong and guarded by the shadows of the

enchanted realm. Below a violet sky, both dark and

profound, the horizon is glitt'ring, still there is no

sound. We fly through the night crossing frontiers and

lakes, mountains and valleys ... world without end.

"This is where we truly belong, take both my hands,

look into my soul !" I feel the strength of his embrace

as we're closely together in this secret place

...

"Hush, hush, my Dear, can yon hear the rustling in the

Undergrowth? See through the branches, there in the

glade ...", ghostly creatures as they dance and sing.

Their transparent bodies, half man and half beast,

their voices so sweet like a soft breath of wind. On

Satur(n)days we used to sleep, and my pain was eased by

his love...