From the moon I have life
and in the sun the cloud of death will lead my feet
the illusion of this world
is the castle of my love and defeat
the passion for my art
fills the silence in my heart
I crave to embrace my beloved
before the time comes for me to depart

when the full moon gets angry
and lashes the waves with its whip
it brings tears to my eyes
to look at the moon clip
like a bird with clip wings
unable to fly
life becomes a prison
that I have no choice only to comply

forsaken by the angel of my dream
I cry in the cemetery bed
before I can fall asleep
I am like that bird who cannot fly
except in anticipation to wait
for what I must reap
an unfulfilled promise she left
me with the shadow of hope
for the rest of life's journey
with humility I must cope

the bittersweet memories of the
time together we wonderfully shared
I can only offer her a flower
every full moon without being scared
to illuminate the darkness
in my mind
this world I will not cry for
which I will leave behind.