The sigh of the sea, never lost on the air
Persistent, and determined to be heard
What message is it that we yearn for?
What secret is it that we must learn?
Such lonely trees, waiting for us there,
Branches raised like arms, pleading for mercy
Help escaping the suffocating silence
Or else they stand proudly, unaware of how desolate they seem,
Like the antlers of a stag long buried in the grasses
Such a fine thing of myth and legend
The castle keep, the standing sentinel that will not sleep
Still waiting
Sun is life, but life is the coming of death, how can we survive our mortal breath?
It is because of death that we know of life's eternal pains and pleasures
All gathered together in unearthly, inhuman measures.
