I try to hide my eyes somehow
from the streams of sunshine...

My veins bleed through these
stoned hands- sleepless yet...

I saw it first in a dream-
but once realizing it was...

Do I have the voice
to tell you with words of lightning...

Look for the brightest star
on the darkest night...

My eyes see no rain
but I hear the slow monotone...

I am sure you are one of the few
who hears my blood running...

Towards the sun, there seems to be
a water full of memories...

I suppose your phantom will eventually seize me,
whether it may be at the trains of midnight...

I dreamed of you last night,
regrettably...

I'm told that time
conspires against...

A young man
in a greying soft sea green...