Long has the wait been
And patiently I have waited.
Underneath the days a silent parody;
A thought of a thought of a man
To whom nothing ever happens.
Imprudent seasons gently rolling by.
Always growing, always falling is the willow´s leaf.
Hazy steps in the freshly fallen snow
Are trying to rook one to the endless empty sleep.

The hour is now rich for the reaping
Of the Inherited legacy of stillness.
And time, always time,
Yet ahead still walking or limping
Gives a deeper meaning for a while,
The eyes to see a lover´s smile,
And then slowly with the sardonic immunity
Sacrifices everything you have ever loved
To the single eternity.