Kneel under the light of our souls.
Our blessed light is the guide of destiny.
A dim flood, fallen in thy dreams.
Heaven is far away, but you ‘n she’s still one.”
Thou mighty time, buried my heart in peace.
Tears fell in revenge-smelled nights.
The mist was it’s lines, the stars were eye-witness
And the rains whispered the cold name of demise.

“thine innocence is my ink.
Your dusty sins are poison for my inspiration.
Cry out within the house of my shadow.
Time gnaws thy pain, let my poems be thy rain.”
Death is an angel whose charm thou can’t resist.
My fate is a chain on thy grave arms.
My heart reaches over to his wings
His whispers are not poetry, they are streams.
No! i̇ can’t breathe in thy absolute absence.

No! i̇ can’t live without touching thy wet lips.
Cry! even though thy tears don’t cover me anymore.
Cry and thy painful beauty flows into my pity.
My dead wait fears on the hopeless meadow.
The wind veils thy kept silence with impatience.
My sadness goes through grave whisperings,
My sins are about to lose faith in this land of shadow.
Come, whisper rain!
Come, soothe all my pain!