Parting Glance 22. 09. 04

  "...my home is where my heart died..."

Another day dies in the mute limpid distance
The last crimson glimpse of the sun fades away
I think: "What's the man's life? The endless resistance?
The fight with the ills which oppress and dismay?"

The wistful night's falling; it's carrying the winter -
Six long months of anguish before a new dawn
Ah, ten years ago I would run like a sprinter
To catch the faint chance to be no more alone

But now too much dolour's exhausted my spirit
How can I want love if love won't give a cure?
...I'll miss this dark wood and the waves rustling near it
Here I'd stay eternally safe and secure

I'd rove midst the shades with the moon as my pastor
And join with the free wind recalling the past
I'd leave far the world of the endless disaster
That has none to hold on and no one to trust

My wish is a myth... So, I don't search the better
The woe is the lesson I really did learn
And what's yet to come? I don't know. Does not matter
'Cause my happy yesterdays ne'er will return

I am the disciple but not the foregoer
My traces are lost in the life's miry bog
And when my inspiring mystique will be over
Who'll weep for my pain? Just the rain and the fog...