La distancia crea al silencio
royendo muros de castillo,
bufones ríen fingiendo
alegrías al perder tu anillo.

Oro de reyes no bastan.
El dolor de tu ausencia
miente al decirme que has muerto,
sólo ansío que no sea cierto.

Deambular junto la ribera,
la leña de roble ardía
hasta tocar la ceniza fría
y palpar la verdad severa.

Pronto sonreirá el mañana,
cantos anunciarán tu vida,
cristales de luz diluida
anunciarán tu faz lozana.

Tommy Ed

Distance creates the silence,
gnawing at castle walls,
fools laugh pretending joy
as they lose your ring.

King's gold is not enough.
The pain of your absence
lies to me that you have died,
I only hope it's not true.

Strolling along the riverbank,
the oakwood burned brightly,
until touching the cold ashes
and feeling the harsh truth.

Soon tomorrow will smile,
songs will announce your life,
crystals of diluted light
will announce your shining face.

Tommy Ed