The night and the silent water

And so you left us. Jaded and gaunt, some September...
Wilted with the season, but hidden inside the delusion
I saw your eyes...some where...
Devoid of death. The aura poises admids the storm...
In solid tears I linger. A parlour glade, moonlit sorrow.
Lonely resting pools, relics of the moon-dogged lake whisper:
"all your words are misgiven"
Am I like them, those who mourn and turn away?
Those who would give anything to see you again...if only foranother second
Your face was like the photograph, painted white, we didn`t speakvery often about it.
What does it matter now?
Cloak of autumn shroud. I gaze, dim richochet of stars...I reckonit is time for me, to leave...
You sleep in the light, yet the night and the silent water stillso dark...