Denborak
Gozategi
Time Passing
Time has made me
the master of the future
gone is the past
I don't know anything
there, fear above
the square deserted
words whisper to the night
tells it quickly.
In the wake of two suns
there is no shadow
clouds lit by
the wind shimmer
on the path of truth
the lie silenced
for the innocent
giving a kiss.
A flight without wings
a walk without steps
an illusion without substance
to the soft bodies from within
