The shadow of uncreated creatures Flickers in sleep, Like palm fronds On an enamel wall. Violet hands On the enamel wall Drowsily sketch sounds In the ringing-resonant silence. And transparent kiosks, In the ringing-resonant silence, Grow like spangles In the azure moonlight. A naked moon rises In the azure moonlight... Sounds hover drowsily, Sounds caress me. The secrets of created creatures Caress me caressingly And palm shadows gutter On an enamel wall.