Black, Dark and Down

 

Dream to fight the night,
You child of the sun. 
Colours of joy and life are in you. 
Almost mute melodies sound in the grave mist, 
While you contemplate your next path. 
The beginning, the spring, 
Killed and dried out. 
The end of the dream, 
Shows no growth or learning. 
To become, to develop, 
Is that the goal? ... the destiny? 
Yet the valley is behind a mountain, 
And the wine tastes black here. 
The last of your wings, 
Is devoured by the hard earth. 
As you swallow and look to the horizon, 
Your eyes open, and through the blur, 
Through the sunshine you could swear, 
You saw a shimmer of my silhouette. 
Good-bye you hear the wind whisper, 
Good-bye forever more.