Twilight Etched In A Wound
This is our umpteenth thousandth twilight my dear
So quickly worn out that I bear in this waiting
Your silence is blown on the sidelines of the rushing wind
Nature feels like it's going to rain
The wound you gave will never heal my dear
It's really too deep the wound that you scratch
I'm just mute staring at the sky that is getting darker
The orange shifted and embraced the atmosphere of the night
I can now only write a few stanzas for you
It clumps up in a sentence that wants to greet you
All of this About my longing, my love, and my tears for you
In every night will you feel it my dear
I don't know my dear, until whenever I will still hold on to you
Your shadow always haunts me and never goes away
Always greet me in the quiet of the night moon
Soft, and warm always blend in this feeling
I always want to close this twilight with you on a window
My hope is fading in a futile wait
With you every night that comes in the black veil you wear
The end of my waiting, everyone, I wish you a good night, my dear
Best Regards
