An answer is definitely deathly
The riddle dies with the answer...

My eyes see
Just funny things...

Day in dusk & sun,
slender clouds, narrow streets...

There was this guy from everywhere
Who went along the blowing bay...

Wait,
At the other side of the moon...

Down these unknown, black lands
With Winds that flow...

She is like a red rose growing
Her eyes are two green-grey stars...

It was a thin time
And a time of varying moods...

At the top of great, old stone
Beyond these concrete-colors...

Wrecked & crippled minds,
kept in great heads...