Close Your Eyes

I've run out of songs, and of stories to tell,
The slush of sea foam has covered the offing.
Tomorrow's nails into yesterday's coffin,
My lyre has yielded to sorrowful bell.

This pounding rhythm holds us under its sway,
While the Flying Dutchman is sinking our carvels,
Tomorrow's craving for yesterday's marvels...
Can we ever chase all our fears away?

I dive from the skies to the ocean floor -
From indigo dreams to a fathomless slumber.
I bear no title, no name and no number,
I have only freedom and can't ask for more.

Come with me, descend to the shattering deep -
Where hopes are darker than grief and despair,
Where guile and pretence are abruptly laid bare -
Without regrets or ambitions to keep.

Let emerald algae entangle your breast,
Let drowsy currents entrance you. As sounds
Are falling apart; under watery mounds,
We may be at peace, we may finally rest.

14.02.10