I will go back to that silent evening;
the night a silver haze.
Thick with the smell of rapeseed
and there we stood together.
I will go back to that silent hill,
the valley rolling out below us.
The moon casts about these
shadows; violet upon the track.
I will go back to that silent place
deep inside my chest.
On mid-summers eve we watched
almost all the night pass by.
I will go back to that silent room;
we both know what came next.
All the blossom on the ground,
and grass stains on our clothes.
I will go back to that silent evening
and not know the people there.
These strangers in my memory
embraced mid-summers night.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
I will go back to that silent evening;
the night a silver haze.
Thick with the smell of rapeseed
and there we stood together.
I will go back to that silent hill,
the valley rolling out below us.
The moon casts about these
shadows; violet upon the track.
I will go back to that silent place
deep inside my chest.
On mid-summers eve we watched
almost all the night pass by.
I will go back to that silent room;
we both know what came next.
All the blossom on the ground,
and grass stains on our clothes.
I will go back to that silent evening
and not know the people there.
These strangers in my memory
embraced mid-summers night.
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