S0-II

Too dull to resolve your damning device
reluctant, the compass of one's measly being,
favonian thoughts turn the rotting tides
tho orient-ward, the faithful rod is kneeling

Subliming mirage of her softest touch,
sweeps the sinner from his rack of lies
the past playing like a melancholic montage
with dolor, he rests inside her naked thought

Her Melody

Say it again, I said
cursing the years
kill my words and be gone
by the sunset

Take the rain
burn the bees and the birds
leave the way you had always imagined

Oh, how the wind
serenades what is left of her
paints the shades
as autumn leaves make her lonely bed

Say it again, I said
thinking of her
your thought comes and aways
like a laughter

Hanging on, little less,
by and by,
end me like you had always imagined

Oh, how the wind
serenades what is left of her
sighs through the trees
to her melody they calmly bend

Say it again, I said
counting the days
till I see you again
cold and naked

Carve this song
in a tender terrain
so the ash and the clay would remember

Of how the wind
sways the seas with a subtle pain
sparks with a name
may the flames warm her lonely bed

Oh, comes the mare
every night and she tells a tale
of you and me
a season sinking without a trace