We don’t burn like the sun anymore;
rather coy ember in the ashes
on the brink of extinguishing;
we don’t dare to drown in splashes
of the light that dazzles the eyes;
rather sit in the dark,
gulp down the silence
that never dies.
We don’t make waves anymore;
the ocean is dead and still,
cold icebergs float
never thaw, never kill.
I don’t burn like the sun anymore
I remember shining
in the days of yore.
WE burn like the sun
no more…
our love is dead.
