After Gray Days

Be free for an hour!
Free, far!
Like night songs in the spheres.
And fly high above the days
I would like to
and seek oblivion---
walk across the dark water
for white roses,
give wings to my soul
and, oh god, know nothing more
from the bitterness of long nights,
where eyes grow wide
from indescribable distress.
Tears are on my cheeks
from the nights of madness
the delusion of beautiful hope,
the desire to break chains
and drink light---
Look at the light for a single hour!
Be free for an hour!