To the Mystery II

by Valeria Cavalieri

I hear her whispers,
She calls to me:
Cut through the bonds
of life, be free.

She starts to sing,
I have no choice,
I have to follow
her sweet voice.

To her pale beauty
I am drawn
until I find myself
at the cold harsh dawn.

Of her presence
there is no trace
but for lips unseen
that caress my face.

'Soon' she promises,
then disappears.
I touch my cheek.
It is wet with tears.