Someday, when the moon is full
And I am crying on your grave..
Remembering all the moments, all the tears
That I tried so hard to make them roses..
Everything had gone far away..
So far away..
And I am here.. with black petals
Surrounding my gray halo
I can see, throught blurred sight by ancient tears,
Little stars, fading away,
As they are there staring at me,
And leaving in peace, so I can’t hear
Their laughing at me..


It is your grave.. I know it is yours
Because I made it with my bare hands..
It is here, can you see it?
It is locked, forevermore..
It looks empty, but full with memories
And bloody lies..
I can see light, it is in my head..
I can feel darkness, it is in my heart..
Eternally searching for a soul,
That can heal the wrinkles in here.


The tender haze, so mysterious..
Oh so lovely, I feel its cold warmth..
So unique feeling that it offers me..
And I surrender to its undefined presence..
Here are my hands, they are spreaded
So widely, as wings again..
Wings of light..
Wings of darkness..
Name it the way you want..
I don’t care since they are my freedom..
A freedom, from my ancient self..


I am here, You are there..
I can’t find you, it is okay..
I cared once, I cared twice..
Then I let it go, I have nothing to say
Go there to create your own wings..
Fly away, you are graced..
And I know you will shine..
But not with me, because someday
I will shine too, on my own..

Someday..


(written by me..)