En Pie

Wood of old walnut,
dew cries my blood
wait for autumn and you will see fall
from the best place
the scales of my sweet heart,
the visions that from your soul,
the sun still keeps
Who am I? Who am I?

How many times could you have been,
the milestone that at the top of my life,
keeps me standing,
I am the night watchman,
the twilight and the pain
and I am sleeping in your history,
in your dreams and in your reason
I am the uncertain walker
who walks your resignation,
don't you see that I don't want to see
what I was, what I am
and what I could have been.

How many forms could you have taken in me,
how I couldn't let go of your ghost
and keep going like this,
woods of old walnut, dew
cry my blood..