The silver river sings her children verses
And the savage wind drives her to the sea
Leaving her drunken with brine and cut by basalt

The train gained her freedom
And death drove her into the embittered pine forest

The moon undresses herself
And the night steals her white.

The diamond stars shine fervently
The night dresses the naked roses in dark robes

She places her joy in the azure seas, in a casket of flowers

Her tears cover his snow face from the sun’s glow
And she places the rose of her fire onto the plains of his heart

The wind hushes him into a sombre slumber
And the moonlight strikes through the tears
Like a hand through black

A stork will fall from the never-ending sky
And leave him to humbly rest on the rings of Saturn

Under a cemetery of stars
Under the roar of a lone wild night

My dream is a vagrant wind that rustles the autumn leaves like a train

The long industrious night tinges the sufferer of my soul
And desert sand fills my oblivious mind

Fires no longer warm me and water only thirsts me

I shall see my father lying in the river
And my mother shall sing to me in the skies

My soul is a silver church without the cross of your resonant star

My suffering seeps into the soil and my longing sails into the skies
And I shall humbly rest under the earth’s golden glow like an ocean waiting for your serenade of stars

The forlorn trees dance in the wind’s song
And I will dream of spring on the autumnal leaves

You will thread them, brumal rose, warm home,
And the decaying hand of life will guide me to your fire

You are the word morose.
A naked tree

I will wade in the waters of death searching for your
Eyes as if sunken diamonds, forgotten dreams

Creating a vessel of flotsam and flowers
And we will glide faster than day

But Death will edge closer
Like a teary-eyed river

That separates your sinking heart
From my sleeping body