Standing For The Love I Lost And Standing Alone
Tender were the waves when they
caressed my cheeks, like sugary sweets
or watermelon, refreshingly cool,
clean, adamant and serene.
Within a pool of my own tears
I saw the effervescent reflection
of you standing near. Then, with your
silver spoon in hand, it became
evidently clear, that you, dearest
singer, songster of the skies
have nothing lying behind
your crystalline eyes
but secrets of woe
and epitaphs of demise.