Cascades from above are falling apart
With beams stuck in trees. The abyss will fall
Into your sorrow from spirit to heart,
Until light is off, forgotten or thrall.
Crystals in heatwaves are shards, and the rain
From corners and skies will throw even worse
Its eyes over Earth; the sun with its pain
Should jump from those heights to share our curse.
The stained glass exudes like never before,
And breaks all the lives in meaningful gain;
I can’t drop myself with peace on the floor,
Yet I won’t get rest until I shall reign
Over the edge of the world in grey land
That brought sour death with flowers and sand.




28.06.2008