Milan Nalimov - You Are Like The Moon

You're like
In a quiet town beneath the shadow gate
I saw you there amid the darkened halls
Cold on your fingers, light upon your brow
And in my heart, no peace is found now
Your form is like a fire by a riverside
Your days like dawn above the cloudy tide
Each step you take, each quiet trace you leave
Whispers of wonders from the years that grieve
Oh, do not spurn this silent, oh, of mine
To your feet
I lay the stream of mine
Let night unfold its silver gray shroud wide that