Almost Dead Thoughts

In the silo of lover Her letters were falling The divine spirit is intoxicated And captivating loneliness Turn it on On the darkest nights In the light of candles And the east instrumentals are authentic It was woven with words of love Remembrance of the mystics She hid it for years Above pages of existence And when she gave up She was patient and ascetic It appeared in her eyes And in her arms are the signs of lovers In the book, almost dead thoughts