Silent dawn turn again
Leaving my dreams so far away
Standing proud,
My loneliness tears
Sitting on a grey chair
I turn one's eyes to the sky
Remember well my soul,
Forgotten sun…
Passing times and times,
Thinking…how so?
Why you left me blind?
Bleeding hands in touch.
In thoughts that chase moments
a face is painted in memory
a look lives in my look
A smile doesn't heat my flesh
the sun cannot rise twice
Neither the night forget the dream
Cursed by my heart
Traveller of nightmares
Blind in the light,
Beggar in the shade.
Faded away by my hands,
as sand-blasts to the wind…
fragile as a drop of rain
falling on the cold earth.
running after the passion,
wanting to live the life,
but not to fly alone,
I have my forgotten sun.
Horizons of quiet
I ethereal.
Sounds of flute
Accompany my walk.
The dawn dies
And I see the sun…
