The soil dissolve, the sky is bleeding

Words remain, but frozen unspeakable



Lying unable to move

Even my tears fail to come

Not am I wake

Nor sleeping, but nearly dead



Though I sense light before me

I can not see it with my eyes

As if through darkened glass I saw

Staring at a scene of never changing meaning



Four moons till rising again

An etenity it seems

Tomorrow - Will it ever be?

Back and forth I dream as here lie as buried



The eight-angled star - shine for me

Light my path and make me feel again

Drag me throughout the Absu

And place me if I still must here again



Lying unable to move

Even my tears fail to come

Not am I wake

Nor sleeping, but nearly dead



The black shade in the mirror before me

it makes me wonder in a vortex of thoughts

So void it appears as I touch my soul

it's darker now, still as in bloom in a spring of dying