I

My bleeding lunar
Keeps me flooding
Into its thick
And mournful grief

Only scars drag my heart
That is glooming
Beneath the dust
Of my darkest fears

I desecrate my forlorn soul,
While all dying voices
Your name howl

The sound of the rain is fading,
But I still feel bereft,
My veins fiercely pounding,
My dreams of you, forever blaring

In my delightful slumbers
I call up your name,
But it’s still all the same

II

The rain had been falling down
during solar days.
Its rainy and liquid spawns
devoured by burning rays,
over poisoned flowers
and skulls screaming out,
which conceived their birth
stained and slaughtered;
however, the sun still climbs up the clouds,
upon the horizons
which my eyes once in visions gathered.
The plenitude
in red skies bounced,
but the blood still claims for the hours.

I stare at your image,
lit in the infinite sky,
but just the mourning bleed for me
the light I never put
into your gloomy and innocent eyes.
Like a magic stream,
flowing into what no one see,
among the cedars,
filling an empty lake at a winter night.
Your sweetness
describes all what I need.

There is nothing inside me,
just a strange peace.
Underneath the earth,
my hands touch the rotten stars
and burn in the flames
of oblivion and fear.
Without your never-ending heart,
my soul
keeps flooding in my own tears.

My love for you,
against the dust fights outraged
for seeing you
through your shining grace

On your feet
orchid petals sacrifice themselves
hugging each other and blooming,
among their ground and missed ashes.
A bright heaven buries an iris
into my fears and loneliness.
In your ivory arms,
my evil drops its lashes

I’ve sailed into the time
and unfilled years.
I stood so long the days,
consuming what I couldn’t see.
“My words are just death dealers”,
is what in my dreams i always said.

My heart becomes your heart,
the old windows
keep my blood in your sleep
for all the eternity,
which in past petrified in dark.
You and me, dancing
where the snow slips
along the river
and beyond what is so far.

There was once upon a time
when I used to look forward
for something to see
behind their glassy wings, unfolding high.
Beyond a hidden shore,
where the waves run free,
there are two rings, lying for you and me.