Your dark and soft skin
turns to grey stone
in my fading memories.
Birdsing, when you spoke
is now mesmerized silence,
and angel-choir of your laugh
sounds slowly dropping rain.
Where your tender fingers
were running, is no more tingles
of your touch, but numb scars.
In my memories, your shining,
bright eyes are turned away.
With no tears, but empty look,
stare of unanswered questions,
lost hope, despair and
disappointment. Or maybe you
hardened your heart and soul
to love, to me and to us.
No, I don’t know the answer.
I have only questions and grief.
I didn’t hear your reasons, if there
were any. I don’t blame you,
it needs a lot of faith to love
someone far away. And even
more to trust someone cursed,
abandoned by God. That is what
people say about me, because I
believe more in love, than God.
And now I doubt even love.
But I’m still here, standing proud,
I have used to stand alone, walk
towards the winds. Man, made of
stone, heavy-hearted, with ice-cold eyes,
shadowed soul and blackened mouth.
Still I’m full of life, holy fire inside me.
Still I’d want to believe in love, believe
that there is someone to complete me.
And I’m here believing, that there is
someone to be completed by me.
turns to grey stone
in my fading memories.
Birdsing, when you spoke
is now mesmerized silence,
and angel-choir of your laugh
sounds slowly dropping rain.
Where your tender fingers
were running, is no more tingles
of your touch, but numb scars.
In my memories, your shining,
bright eyes are turned away.
With no tears, but empty look,
stare of unanswered questions,
lost hope, despair and
disappointment. Or maybe you
hardened your heart and soul
to love, to me and to us.
No, I don’t know the answer.
I have only questions and grief.
I didn’t hear your reasons, if there
were any. I don’t blame you,
it needs a lot of faith to love
someone far away. And even
more to trust someone cursed,
abandoned by God. That is what
people say about me, because I
believe more in love, than God.
And now I doubt even love.
But I’m still here, standing proud,
I have used to stand alone, walk
towards the winds. Man, made of
stone, heavy-hearted, with ice-cold eyes,
shadowed soul and blackened mouth.
Still I’m full of life, holy fire inside me.
Still I’d want to believe in love, believe
that there is someone to complete me.
And I’m here believing, that there is
someone to be completed by me.
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Vanhimmat
Kaunista ja toisaalta hyvin surullista.
"Man, made of stone, heavy-hearted, with ice-cold eyes, shadowed soul and blackened mouth."
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Muistan ne silmät, muistan oman tunteeni, muistan kyyneleet ulkona, muistan tyhjyyden tunteen, muistan kaiken, koska edelleen välitän.
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