Enchanted And In Silent Beauty

... and then she became older

and left her friend in admiration

studded with bitter tears

sickening falls the colour

taste for taste

drowning in the nectar of clouds

which pass the light

blind and bleeding

as the summer ever walks through winter's woods

... those tales ...

stay far from me I lie to myself

... and still I wish

I woke up again in the shining of help

freedom and immortality

I opened my hands and call for me

... but any beauty has its thorns

in the empty pictures of your life

surrounded by radiance

in the dust of every little hope

no one can see what happens in the end

and you didn't want to see dry tears ...