There is a path
Fading mask
At the edge
Of the silver cypresses
Tonight, I will let
The bewitching sirens1
And the stars lead me there
With their sad singing
My non-human parts
Mix with the heart
Of the sleeping blue water
In the midnight gardens
Where time has stopped
Spiritual instinct
Give me the strength
To embrace
The harshnesses of this world
Waking dreams
Give me the courage
To fully welcome
Light as much as darkness
In the midnight gardens
The trees soar up
Towards pensive moons
In the midnight gardens
Rising giants
Against the wind, tear the night apart
1. Sirens as in the mythological creature, not the alarm. It could be mermaids.