Sky filled with clouds.
Pieces of blue and grey.
Pure water draining to mouths.
Far calling drags you along the way.

Parts of images reflecting.
Memories floating with lust,
And when past seems shivering,
All things fall to dust.

Sky is filled with clouds.
Coats of colorless grey.
Pure tears draining to mouths.
You call me in a very silent way.

In my dreams I float beside my past.
There she stands piercing my weary soul.
Her touch burns me like silk and velvet,
And her eyes make feel whole.

The sky is empty now.
The clouds are gone.
And although I fell so low.
In this road I will go on.