كلمات Stained Glass Window

Still dully. Rough mercy in touch Clasped hands of the cradle Lazily rocking echo of child's cry Cobweb's fingers catch a tear Of opened pupil. Dream's feeding With celluloid flush Somewhere in narrow frame of silent Film Softly, foot, grey cavalcade Feel quiet, perfect play Move of moon and grave of actor The day rises up. Pastel nimbus Stained-glass window is lighting up Sun is a shoulders of morning It rises in dusted mouth And shines through eyes, through Sharp, Glass of hair It's crawling in ancient kaleidoscope Sign of the end, pleasure of nightmare Whiteness of hospital's aprons has stayed Here. Old fashioned rememberance I fear the Evil Spirit Alone, I lie on the street The holy severely steals time Pastel nimbus. The wall of stained-glass window Sun is a shoulders of morning It rises in dusted mouth And shines through eyes, through Sharp, Glass of hair It's crawling in ancient kaleidoscope Sign of the end, pleasure of nightmare Hospital's aprons lie on the bed I fear the Evil Spirit Alone, I lie on the street The holy severely steals time The cradle, rocking child's cry Lazily tear of opened pupil Dull silence in touch Feeding during inflow of grey Celluloid figures.