What makes me feel so sad,
I do not know...

You were breathing me in
like I was your favorite flower...

You held a basket of yellow lemons
fresh and bright...

It's almost midnight at my side
only few minutes keep me away from tomorrow...

This time the violin played in struggle
to strip itself naked from drama...

I helped you cross to the other side,
where everyone said the grass was brighter...

Having no else present,
but that which makes all else visible...

Here?
Hurricanes, heavy rain and cold...

Have you seen crumbles of light before?
The stars were falling...

War was an awakening
a rouse from my slumber...

Misfortunes will become fine artwork
and time a slab to display...

Sitting opposite to a blue wooden window,
far enough so that breeze won't sneak on me...