Dusted paintings
Sombre images of yesterday
These memories, chased by winds and clouds
Take me to consider, all left undone
Can you recall our last sunset
A day close to eternity...
Hours rushing to end
Uttering promises never made
Afar the wind will take them
Astray and strange
Shadows rush to blend
Years are are made of sand
I'll watch your hair grow
While I hold your hand
Maybe each day should be our last
And each hour devours the past
Bring us, a feast of gods
Before the closing choir echos
Can you recall our last entwine
A moment close to divinity...
I crave, for the evening...
In a garment of stars everlasting
Fragile radiance...
If the dawn never rises
I crave, for a new beginning
And write this history over...
To sculpt a flawless tale
In my imaginary world
One day less, I have...
To feel your skin
One day less, I have...
To see your smile
One day less, I have...
To taste your lips
One day less, I have...
To see your eyes
One day less, I have...
To see you fade
One day less...
One dream less I have today...