We sail...

A word glimmers among the mist.
The cold winter freezes the time.
Too many feelings; a tempting sin.
An early though; your glazed eyes.

Even ethereal birds curse me,
But I don't believe it.
Red wine; Black majesty.
Black wine for this sin.

Let life remember;
Take that moon,
our dream of amber,
and turn it gloom.
Turn it real,
Because I wish you.

I sail.... on seas of naivety.
Unconscious of reality.
You said... long better.
Still I don't believe in faith,
But I praise for thee.
In my soul, your grace.

Then I sail alone.
Strong winds remember me,
They remind me
Where I belong.

Not here anymore...

Lyra Gothe,,