Melancholic Windy Day

On the grass, at the autumn scene Of night, your chest, pillow to sleep Your heavy breath tamer than subtle wind And the sun in your heart changed to be the moon maybe And that's why your skin is cold as it shouldn't be I seek to hear your words that sound lovely Sipping your words is like melody infused honey I may smile as foolishly for I hear nothing, But it could be just an illusion remedy to me I'm not crying, I am not crying, I'm just crying While fingers of mine touching your pale skin On your brows now dry and crisp like branches on the tree I do hear something, finally All that I hear from you, only the silence, the loudest melody You stare at the stars, with your closed eyes I stare at your eyes tracing the constellation of glory Walking back, traveling time to our past journey On your wide stomach like the marigold field I, place my head To revive summer on your now winter skin, cold body Then I stand up above thee To leave you alone in your deep sleep While I reviving past memories of past to now, the illusion feels o real, vividly And that's how a bye is always a silent melancholy God, My Almighty Lord, I pray to keep this soul under your blessing With love and care from me Good night my dear, meet you later, in another world yes dear in another world when you wake up I will be there Somewhere we are not familiar but eternal