Where the laughter ends, sorrow makes an entry.
The black cloud drifts towards you,
a gift of unknown to nameless.
The sacred bond of blissful ignorance.
I remember that I am still alive today,
my friends are gone.
I see a light on the hill.
So beautiful in its death, a song lies on my lips
I face the world with a wound in my eyes.
Space of many years between me & my defeat.
Time has not come for farewell.
Cannot afford the luxury of breaking down & then disintegrate.
Alone I watch you in fascination, the slow spiral descent.
My watch stops again & again.
Suddenly I start speaking the truth about the deception & the lacerating wounds.
There is a longing for a frozen moon and a melody melting in the air.
