I met the stygian nights
I asked them about love
They chirped your name
while the distance cried psithurism on your absence

The glow worms luminescence,
lighting up the willow tree.
The ladybirds are sleeping,
underneath the dewy leaves.
No weight of expectation.
A simple life.
A simple thing.
In harmony with nature.
In harmony with all that sings.

The shadows,
that the sunlight gives.
The dawning of the day.
The magic spells.
The hope that dwells,
in every word we say.
All out there
with each other.
Underneath a dying Sun.
Searching for a hidden God.
The one that lives in everyone.

I fall like a little drop in my coffee
drawn like a diffusing smoke in the air
Take away the scent of cigaret off my lunges
I don't want to smell like her

I fall asleep like a little child in my fantasy
Dream when I wake up and not at all asleep
Wake me up, let me see the other side
He might have missed me more than her

Among the fake ones and the extreme
Lost within minimalism's dream
I tried to find you
Among the talks and whispers
But there were no sign of you
I ketp walking
Among the kings and the citizens
You might be the boy who works for them
I started crawling
From the sun to the moon
Among the breezes of darkness
Between the moist in the sand
Between the gap of each dying star
Between the splashes of thundered billows
In the sandstorms of my own heart
I found you
You were there, my darkest weather
Watching over me
all along

I was once a naive
Today I'm a warrior
I walked in the battlefield unarmed
Today I crawl with broken barrier

I was once a mooncalf
I lend my sword to another
Said the scabbard was lost
I, the new scabbard was to be

I was once a dancer
Today I'm the theatre
I was the rhythmic flute
Today I cry on my own melody

I was once the sun
Today I'm not even the moon
To all planets I sent light
Today I'm them, black skies

I was once the caducity
Today I'm the equestrian
Before I fell off the saddle
Now I pull back the reins

Conflated afore
Twofold elation
Betimes for melancholia
Insentient erewhile
Heretofore
We love semovedly
Together nowise
Enow

For my own good
I do not speak to you
And for my own taste
I'll continue not to