It's dawn again -
The new born sun is foul.

Little golden rays strike my soul,
The copper warmth soaks
My inner blackness
And earthy veins come to life
In a body of a lifeless.

The cold mist has vanished away
Like a ghost wandering around
Alone, cold and grey...
I could taste its icy bound -
Bitter shivers on my skin,
Smoked melancholy fragrance
All around the sleeping hills.

Life was getting back
What was originally "Her's".
A naive restless wind
Swirled my hair
Into brown little rivers...
It's not a dream
Yet this reality feels surreal.

There's no point in finding meanings
In my fears, my dreams, my feelings.
Time has gone away too fast, it seems -
And I have stood still, near its footprints.

I shall close my eyes
before this magic breaks
the new born foul hopes...