Vespertilia

Vespertilia
Is it to die my night ?
tonight i dreamt a plan streaked of freshness,
today, i lied in a water urn and like a relic i rested.
is it to die my night ?
the endless time consumes me like a rustle.
when night vanishes, a gloomy weep colour and we remain, just carried away.
now that's night my life seems to be a corolla of darkness.
is it to die my night ?
the marble kiss is on my lips, just carried away...
when i find a word in this silence of mine, it's dug in my life as an abyss.
this sadness of returns had stolen my sleep.
is it to die my night ?
to enjoy just an instant of initial life, carried away...