When I walk in the night
The dark shadow splits my sight:
Within a dream a desire,
Within a desire a stream.
A stream of thoughts
And a book of words,
Words you cannot say
For my mind could shade.
A game of shadows
And the path is narrow,
But a light I shall see
If you let come here.
Let me walk through your sorrows
So I can catch a glimpse of my tomorrows.
Teodora Berghi