Ols - Woda

WATER

you will not hide in yourself
you will not close in yourself
your house stretches
nighttime specters grow
and an ever thinner wall
separates you from the darkness

When you become anxiety itself
the world whispers about you
trees spread out
dark wings of their crowns
and she is calling you
into the depths of black water

There, the summer night that calls
she cries, she calls with ponds of frogs
their cool waters will embrace my skull
with a cold ring when it happens
and my heavy body will fall down to the depths
like a stone
black, black stone
Wet skin licked
by silver rays
the glow of the moon
and her scent
her smell
Let your hands soothe me
oh, you nameless
nocturnal power
from the roots of the world
My shadow awaits you
under the black trees
the smell of cold, dampness of mist
bare feet in the wet grass
the shore
cold wet sand
soaked with evil darkness
step into the night
dark water calls whispers, cries, tempts
to fall, descend, disappear
let the dark water close over the head
dark dark dark water
calls whispers cries tempts
and down
into willows’ roots
go go go where she calls
into a dream into a dream
to the other side of the waters
into the shadow under the trees
down where she is waiting longingly

go go go where she calls
into a dream into a dream
to the other side of the waters
into the shadow under the trees
down where longing darkness is waiting

you will not hide in yourself
you will not close in yourself