I often draw whispers on the mirror
They paint strange faces
In the half light I find the old moon
Staring with a glance of a full night
Before she departs for another day
With still some promises unkept.
In those sleepless hours
I lit a candle
The power went off
I try to link myself with those words
Which are part of my soul
And which with me has travelled
That body of unknown contours.