FLYING SOUTH THROUGH THE NIGHT
by Attila Mohylny, 1993

Flying south through the night
On the highway of dreams
In the blue dust of the road
Your sweetheart at your side.
To recognize her after a hundred years
On the knife's edge
In the valley of long rains
In the music of thunderstorms;
Or late at night in a cafe
In the fragile sorrow
Of a blue glance
Softened by shadows.
After one hundred years
To recognize her in the music
In the light silhouette of a wing
In the glow of a glance.
And then as you pass her
Whisper "You're mine."
Flying south through the night...

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