Black sun on a sea of ash. 
Darkness falls; light is not coming back. 
The raven calls in the midnight hour. 
All things left in the garden are uprooted flowers. 

The jealousy of it all,
my ravenous heart trying to possess success
like a breath of fresh air, deeply inhaling
until my lungs could ache no more,
and I had to let go…

Summer is dead like the corpse of time. 
Frozen in place; bound to ground within twine. 
The little lights no longer shine. 
All is darkness in the land of the blind. 

I belong to the ocean and the waves
where I clash and flow,
to the mountains and trees
where I dance and my soul
becomes part of creation

in a cycle of time, where I are free-
Tears mark the route he took, 
To a place without any good luck. 
The tricks are played like a funeral dirge. 
All is dirt.
 
All around are the widows in white. 
The only black dresses are saved for the brides. 
This is another day of eternal night. 
City of angels who have lost their lives. 

But the jealousy of it all,
for me trying to possess success
when I had to let go-

Broken dreams lay in the gutter and doorways. 
The only lights left are the fires that rage. 
Death is written on every page.