Nothing’s there,
In disbelieving eyes.
In the wind, wind back old days.
We are left to dwell in hands of Fate -
It never cares.
Alas, but so few are ill enough to see
Behind sweetness, behind the scene,
Once and always to be outside the rims,
Always seek for forbidden things.
And I envy the stones.
Thing that never live,
Never feel sorrow.
And I envy stars.
I would burn my heart
To ease my soul.
After all joy,
After all fair and false deeds,
After all hope I had and lost,
I am here. And I am nothing.
In the world of stones
I’m talking blood and bones.