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Every night the city cries,
Dust and shadows in my eyes.
Through the smoke, through the pain,
You appear, and fade again.
Stranger walking in the mist,
Veil of sorrow, lips unkissed.
Feathers trembling, eyes of flame,
Calling softly, without name.
I am broken, I am bound,
In the taverns, hollow sound.
Yet you move, beyond my reach,
Silent promise, wordless speech.
Every night, I drink your face,
Every night, I lose my place.
Salvation comes, so near, so far,
A fleeting ghost, a dying star.
The idea#
City crying nightly; dust and shadows in the eyes; a figure appears through smoke and pain, then fades. Stranger in mist—veil of sorrow, unkissed lips, feathers trembling, eyes of flame—calling without a name. Broken and bound in hollow taverns, the speaker cannot reach what moves just beyond.
Drinking a face, losing a place: salvation near and far, fleeting ghost, dying star. Dark-uplifting trance can make the unattainable feel luminous enough to chase forever. Whether angel, addiction, or projection, the stranger remains strange—intimate distance as the whole plot.
