The world gazes shocked Dawn has refused to wake up August 8th The reluctant gored sun A hesitant pendulum Suspended on frail certainty Dances to the banshee Shrieks of startled morning breeze The willow knots her braids The nightingale has lost her voice
August 8th Afternoon yawns sadly At it's muted sullen sky Masked in cadaverous puffs Heavy with O cursed bereavement The dove weeps loud at precious Feather blown by wind The brook gurgles tongue-tied - ''Loss is all I know''
The moon forgot To come with her soft effulgence The stars with a lot less winks Last night One big Star grew numb from cold And fell from its hanger Down into the black chasm
Loss and tragedy is ours The house is empty and quiet The heath is cold, no fire Darkness is everywhere But once you promised That you will be with me, forever Dear mother...