I like the leaves dancing in the wind, 
Following its howl, its charming song. 
She was a breeze that slowly spinned, 
Unwittingly took my heart along.

I like the rain that crashes from above, 
A blessing from the stream and seas. 
She was the deluge of joy and love, 
I reckon for a lifetime I will never unsee.

I like the thunder clapping on the horizon, 
A sound that roams the graying sky. 
She was the heartbeat, envied by Poseidon, 
A flash of godly white, I long and vie.

I like the storm brewing from the east, 
A beauty that is frightening and divine. 
Hers was the eye where I found peace, 
And the cyclone where my fate resigns.

I fear that the night won't end,
That my endless ceiling continues.
'Til the soft orange glow hits my eyes,
Slowly creeping, this silent darkness.
I fear to wake up in a loop,
Of brandishing blades of memories.
Those I long and love before,
Now I long to ran away from.
I fear the insignificance of my time,
To wake up one day just to die.
To finally feel how to not feel,
To care for the day I will not.
I fear that we are just dust,
Nothing to offer only withered touch.
No markings etched, no jars of mud,
Born from dust, return as dust.

Let the liquid of my truth flow,
Drown all worry with laughter.
Alas, there is no end in sight.

Drenched in mead of golden glow,
Help me, and numb my splinter.
Oh let the liquid of my pain flow.

Bitterness is the voices bellow,
Cover it with taste of bitter.
Alas, there is no end in sight.

My plans are weak and shallow,
And all my words quickly falter.
Oh let the liquid of my bliss flow.

Red pavements I must follow,
My heart is beating faster.
Alas, there is no end in sight.

My mind is in an infinite slow,
The talking is growing fainter.
Let this liquid lie me low,
For my end is now in sight.