March MOON - II.III.MMXXII
HEAVY RAIN
I’m out there in the heavy rain
The disembodied told me
That I can’t stay in the rain
If I want to find joy
But here I am
Under firs in a lightless forest
Still buried under corpses of time
I lie in ambush to focus on
The goddess of rain
My sleepwalking ghost
Stands numb beside me
Watching how my life passes by
Thunderbolts cut me out
Of my hypnotic voyage
A blossoming feeling remains
Followed by the void
Of all the deceased
And unfelt moments
Swallowed by the tyrants of time
Locked up again into my insatiable
Growing fortress in the sky
Thoughts raise up the walls
Under the spell of the insidious future
And the undead past
Obsessed by the myth of the perpetual joy
My body rushes blindly through
The machinery of life
Towards one to the other hopeful light
Still lost in time
I’m straying through
My clouds of life
The last horizon
Tore my eyes open
But it’s too late
I’m rotten
I’m old
