I found you alone,
in silence,
in an empty room,
lonely, in pain,
trying to be strong.
Sitting by a window,
waiting for the sunrise,
with tearful eyes,
trying to let go.
The stars are dimming,
the sky is crying,
feeling your pain,
trembling.
I am sitting with you,
the silence is growing,
my eyes behold you,
they are glowing,
but barely coping,
not to cry.
I want to say,
but to my dismay,
the silence is stronger,
as the night feels longer,
it can heal your pain.
An empty dark room,
pierced with the moonlight,
with the sound of the night,
whispers to your heart,
but I remain silent,
beholding your pain,
still by your side.

The winters’ breath is in the air,
I close my eyes to feel it through,
this feeling has become so rare,
these fleeting moments are so few.

And in the waiting game I am losing,
to a greater force of coming days,
the winters’ breath can be so soothing,
and can be gone without a trace.

But I shall keep pursuing further,
until my eyes can see the truth,
until the spring will bloom with roses,
until my soul will reach its roots.

And when I find snowy peaks,
surrounded by mighty rocks,
in quietude my heart will speak,
a quiet melody of words.

And I shall sit under the sky,
and lie in wait of all that’s new,
embraced by a cold and starry night,
to see my soul being born anew.

I will not doubt for a moment,
all that is meant to be and true,
to follow stars that once had fallen,
to spark a midnight rendezvous.