Echoes of the Fall - Shallow Rivers

These days

Drowse in silence

But when wind grows

Strong rains will drop

‘'Sometimes I hear what can’t be heard in a summer evening threshold when fresh

air luring with its crispness makes you stay outdoors for a while.

For those who retain their sanity even when asleep and fear never waking up

again the sounds are hidden.

Thus the chain of events is foreseen and night

replaces fading day.

But the insane whose minds are possessed by enigmatic

nymphs look through the silent evening regardless the clock tower dial and

shiver and smell the scent of autumn soil moisture"

What has been seen

Cannot be forgotten

Even in a dream

At the edge of the morning dawn

I dive in echoes of the fall

Drift through freezing storms

To the gates of winter

Morning brainstorm melts in vanity

Of another day to dwell

As the slumber overtakes me

All those visions rise

Haunting memories enforce my agony

Entail spiritual decay

Colors blinding, sounds deafening

No return to life

Nymphs of wailing wind

Here I fall asleep

And all I have is yours

Just sing to me

Sing to me

Never fade away